In my home
human tree trunks
apparently silent buildings, a thousand eyes
leaf
nightmare in which half-closed.
In the face of the bloody sword level
Roman
snake bite in Italian Cavour, who persuaded the press
between railway lines in the direction towards and anonymous. In
you ... put down those primitive
hungry worm that
fire and how this amorphous
ashes of excrement. Once
on your wrinkled body
they recorded names
primitive
nuragici lovers
of rival tribes,
in which you
trunks human
Covast
the unconscious roots in rationalism and then elevate
branches where he was creative imagination
Dniester
education of wind.
Walking, in thought
dirt on the leaves of elm,
in the crush of fall, along with my beast
rested,
toxic shadow rate.
Beyond was the immortal
lone oak, cherry
the breast, olive trees
nameless master
children of bird seed, was the
Pompano
already naked from the willow tree cork
.
the end and beginning of my gaze
poplars were widowed
of unkempt beard and yellow mourning
listings
giant avi
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