Lump
of your shadow druid sangre
worn on leather dog barks
. The neck bites
silver torque and
first
t'abbandona body. Women
queens all
relics of sunshine in the cauldrons of asphodel,
of your conscience
last straw. The horned god
in thy dark eye
hides
in pool bright red
daggers of bone dust
Pleiades. While the death
collects, as a testament
gl'ultimi
tremors
as white bull in the arena,
in that grove of willow trees on the beach in Tzur
dissolve hair
bonito Europe
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