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Red Light |
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This tool finds itself on top. |
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if I flip its height downward |
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it is far away from me. |
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A ceiling, a bottom now is made |
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the forms fall so and so |
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like a die |
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but also up. |
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The red light and everything |
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that comes from it |
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embraces shapes one by one. |
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matter radiates and rests |
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and is in balance with what moves ahead. |
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The image that comes about |
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indicates direction, |
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beckoning me |
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pointing to something |
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past its center. |
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The light seems a monument to me |
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looking back and ahead |
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with great respect |
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for what came before |
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and what will come next. |
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That which it shows |
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ahead, behind |
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to its side |
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to its left and to its right |
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is also shown to it. |
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More is peeled off, |
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more is unrolled. |
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one leg is torn off |
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one leg remains. |
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this is the last layer |
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which covers and unveils. |
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Here the movement of the color stops. |
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Vertalingen van de Nederlandse leraar van de United Nations School 1988 |
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