My fingers trap
the essence
of the mustard seed,
Got inside my hand the map
to make my deeds,
(And) the words almighty
presence,
so small and so tall.
As I write I can change
my world, your world,
for better, for worse,
make it all strange.
Got in my fingers
the eyes of the universe:
IT´S MY VERSE.
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