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Every night I look at dark spots Wild geese sleep on the water. All flock drifting in the twilight. Why are 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 a secret number, Just we don’t know. You may imagine: What will happen when You find The Scroll of The Universe? Leonard Gorski Copyright © 2006
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
Wilde Geese
Every night I look at dark spots Wild geese sleep on the water. All flock drifting in the twilight. Why are 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 a secret number, Just we don’t know. You may imagine: What will happen when You find The Scroll of The Universe? Leonard Gorski Copyright © 2006
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