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While twisting a rope out of sand,

To tie with it

The frantic time,

While gathering fragments of future,

To buy

My vital day,

While my freedom is dying of hunger,

And I hold tight is morsel,

Swallowing my pride,

Perhaps then,

In front of you and me

Atlantis will emerge...

Like a scene from a new creation

In front of a doomed audience...

Before I sink, I'll see it too.

I'll spot it

In the coming dirty flood:

An uninhabited republic?

A marble kingdom?

A boundless temple of a market concept?

It doesn't matter.

Yes, I know that my soul:

An emancipated slave,

Will find salvation there.

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