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My sister holds mud in her hands, yet the blue dawn sings, the frail sound of lilac tears, spring flourishing in her palm, and falling to the ground to be pecked at by the birds.
Between shapes moving towards the serpent and crystal craving shapes, I'll grow a beard as deep as the river, and stick a poster on my wall. With a tree that can't stop singing
We are murderers, you and I, cold-blooded killers of sharpened sticks, that inch slowly forward, stopped dead in their tracks by the stiff hands of time, three hands, yours, and mine,
A hastily constructed homage to Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis, inspired by his book 'Dom Casmurro', and specifically the unfinished sonnet to which the title of the poem alludes...