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TWO WAYS ABOUT IT
are you the east?
perhaps I ask too large
I am struck
by a nature and god I didn’t know
the brain within its own groove
my river runs to you
this heart with many doors
not forgotten
now when I lie down to sleep
as summer slips into autumn
Here the alibi's person seen with coins at hand to wring up dark space of emptiness.
Her unknown temptation ashamed not to be sugar for the fireflies’ energy.
Engrossed in sorrow not digging for the gold hung above the ears of female elephants.
The gifted Sheik wears lapis lazuli ammunition when going into fight without women.
Gowns are an Arabic uniform perpetually catching the eyes of intruders, spotted at ambush.
Tailored for the wanted spy, and what one calls "the guest a few minutes in delay": the evening of Oriental perfumes becomes the only available fresh air.
she would rise and walk
a swirl in air from the gray clay
so fragrant and seasoned
there is one wonderful moment
"I was the eldest son of the Emperor"
before this evening
on my fence a religious brochure
god had no concept
he only saw the beautiful
wafting billows, your naive force
It used to appear at an imaginary yesterday, which therefore cannot be called the past. The swelling of the already swollen fantasy expending. All joints carved in white oak.
The physiognomies of the couple are closely linked to a knife owned by a clown who normally cuts out deliberately space between people meeting for the first time.
Angelica's Pasquale and Juliane's Rubi, both couples share their single lodgings with something not yet materialized, not yet angled for Pythagoras, not yet a pyramid but catalogued for the dead.
fully oceanic
don't stick your hand in the tiger's cave
with the catch in my throat
caress me so sap will slicken our fingers
she’ll turn out to be a melancholy mother
Virgin till dawn's appearance, the moon lids honey on the run and prayer wheels'
wind-blown colors seeking to find a chance out of a fenced-in cloister.
Deadlines so alive when metaphors' get in touch with newly spent organs, silvery dolphins stop diving. My daughter excused for taking shots after a bison in cave light.
an hour is a sea
circumference is the bride of awe
herein a blossom lies
perhaps you see me stooping but
a wounded deer leaps the highest
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