The blue table.
The suffocating vase.
The Sun’s golden mass
Rushes into the wine
But leaves behind
Chimera’s laughter
Applauding on the rocks
So white,
Intensely purified
By God’s existence
In the goat’s eye
The moment when
Its throat cut
Hot drops of silence
In the wounded glass
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The blue table
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