A life without fear, with umbilical joy and the infinite promise a mother knows, guesses, cannot know. A speechless angel, magnified to flesh, pure, a servant of impossibility already blindly seeking a destiny. For what soul rejects an invitation to belief? To what end has a father come? In the vast black nothing contained in the sexual act Shakespeare and Olivier are called John and in the birth a boy sails toward a harbour all define by time but oh, oh, the cusp of waves.

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