Translation:Calendar of Saints

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Old Osiris! I arrived at life’s opposing wall.

And it seems to me that I’ve always had this wall within reach.

I am the shade, the reverse: everything passes beneath my steps of an eternal column.

I’ve brought nothing by the braids; everything came easily to me, like an inheritance.

Sardanapalo. Thus, my mouth was an electric button of sleep’s machinery.

Thus have I arrived at the opposing wall and have always had this wall within reach.

Old Osiris! I forgive you! That nothing managed to need me, nothing, nothing.