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The poetic penguin café (1.5)

From needle-like pestilential chalices
we drink the obsession of causes,
with hooks we touch greatness
infinitesimal, almost a gentle death.

And before the tangle of rods
the child remains silent —
the universe sleeps, in the cradle
of small eternity.

Osip Mandel'štam (1891 – 1938)

Zopf: Milk (2008 Digital Remaster)
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