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This City Has No Roads

When you are in despair
like a dolphin high on a beach
its navigation system broken down
with no possibility of repair.

Now, give up!

Nowhere to turn,
no hope for any place or time.
Not tomorrow or next year.
Then somewhere, somehow
the instant may reveal itself
by itself,
through no effort
other than helplessness.

You come to know instantly
the meeting point of here and there,
beyond the roads
and before the travel was invented.

For when thirst was created
so too was the eternal spring
in need of reaching thirsty lips,
to be acknowledged