Wilde Geese

 

Every night I look at dark spots
Wild geese sleep on the water.
All flock drifting in the twilight.
Why birds not flying to the South?

There is The Book of the Knowledge.
There is the Book of the Things
Out of All Recognition.
There is the secret: to know where,
Which Scroll, what and who to belong.

Just myself, until now I can’t find
That mysterious The Library…
Borges says: there is real
Number of the birds,
Even You can’t see and count,
In the motion or for any other reason.
It’s existing over recognition.
All thing: that is not secret number,
Just we don’t know.

You may imagine:
What will happen when You find
The Scroll of The Universe?

 

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