Watch them close because once they open
you are already there
whisper intonation
wild inspiration and glamour.
focus tiles on smiles
pushed back through the waves.
simpler this way
than the feet and the thigh.
ridicule art, but not thought
mine a sole.
winged rascal where did you hear to fly
and when will I know
if it was meant for I?
what are it
stickly nose
wither weather the rain:
storm in vacant pedestrians rumble towards me.
do not, assume me,
I am anything
but weak. Do not dare worry
scrounge in the western shores for a place here;
during which you say things about relations
meaning, comfort
you have the sort of determination
that I gather rings a bell
and charms intuition
But bold bashful
I cannot stand. not in these comforts
what do you understand?
Not much, I, painfully believe
in the new thing
and that is why I know it must die/
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