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  • Between the sphere and the cube
    little and all is the difference
    Every space I occupy
    makes of me another presence

    This being of incongruence
    sums to me a vacant spot,
    a point of divergence
    out of the plane in which digress

    If the sphere of thought
    is measured by its radius,
    a cube fits the moment
    and in a moment I decay

    Thus, in an instant, the friction
    gives way to the fissure
    and the form is transfigured
    presence on empty, a void

    There float the lost
    yarns from timetables
    Absence is a soft space
    retaining imaginary bodies.

    (The original is in Portuguese but I had a good surprise noticing that the translation resulted easy to my senses!)
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