Is this The Gold?
Is this what you hold?
In spite of this silence and this perpetual cold.
"Read it": he told.
"Let's first unfold
the whole book. And then read it all.
Open it". And he started to crawl.
I was scared. Then I did it.
I read it.
Word by word.
Bit by bit.
I cried, I screamed and finally I quit.
After all,
I realize. Now I know,
that it can be lost, as life, as cold, as all,
it can be simply sold.
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