When will it be possible to see
A little bit of light on glass
And know the glass? -- to live
Among objects in their inertia
As a friend and when they move?
I trace my meaning to the compass of a form.
"There will at least be sounds..."
And truly -- but of them too I ask
A kind of music:
The one I can perform.
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