To recall
The ornateness of the guitar
The hand
Reaches out for a knife
And gets bogged down
In the Earth
A woman
Flows out her shapes
In the sand glass
The line:
Time, deaf, like a belfry…
Reflects all the shades of her
Inflamed flesh
To rid itself of the parting
The throat fills
Up to the eyes
With the Crescent moon
Collapses with its chessboard
Underneath the figures
Leaves hunger to smoulder
On the bosom
Of the Virgin in Labour
The rumble
Dancing under the feet
Of the flames stretches with steel balls
Out into infinity
Where the God
Like wildering avalanche
Is hiding behind the mica
Of his Commandments
Fills with obedient insects
Pages of Existence
With ploughed-up reversed
Innocence of To-be…
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Anti Mortem
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