Poetry book. From the prologue: "I did not take a vow of silence as Rilke advised. Faced by humanity, in the roar of bromidic days, I grope for fragments of the enigma of existence. Our subtle skins are penetrated by the voice of a spinning planet, whacking space to compose odes and lamentations."
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Poetry book. From the prologue: "I did not take a vow of silence as Rilke advised. Faced by humanity, in the roar of bromidic days, I grope for fragments of the enigma of existence. Our subtle skins are penetrated by the voice of a spinning planet, whacking space to compose odes and lamentations."
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