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It would be nice to settle down slowly:

 in some secret present,

 in an intimate handshake,

 in the protection of unconscious

 Morse codes, 

in the crossfire of disarming glances!

 Some secret atmosphere

 - a place where we can be at home,

 and where we don't meet as enemies,

 but as friends!

 And where the insecurities

 of existence can be easily shed! 

In a crowded press,

 we do not push each other hesitantly

 and intrusively, 

but in our answers,

 in our common spiritual secrets.

 The two ancient secrets of our trust:

 the repeated blunders of our actions

 are zealously guarded by the speeding Time,

 and every minute and look,

 the eloquent gestures

 of our actions dance, 

softly chanting promises:

 "I will be with you!" 

- And all are suspicious

 who with steadfast stubbornness

 cherish The Past:

 as the heritage of a sinner,

 and cannot flee,

 for there is nowhere to run!

 And how many times shall

 I tell you to be a man on 

the dyke - strip off your self-pity

and throw it into the dustbin!

 Show thy due indifference

 to the prodigal world, if thou wilt!

 - Stumbling and crawling,

 we all falter,

 Like unsteady ships,

 and wait for heavy commands:

 But our puppeteer's cry,

 in our weak moment.

 we cling to it!

 In peace-bearing faces to fill,

 To dissolve all in all:

 From truth-containers no fear to fear!

 Busy days embrace our fate,

 trap us like Indra-traps:

 answers should be 

found to reconcile us...