The screams of birds
Breaching through
The formal marble of the frame
The weak will of the Thing
The thing
Opened up
With the dungeon
The smell of pine wax
Balancing time
Further on
The childish nightmares
Of Fate
People were sitting
Like parrots
On a juke-box
Forgotten on the cliffs
Drinking coffee
Squeezing weak-willed passions
From the conversation
Sound asleep
The Thing
Opened up
With child-like eyed mills
Grinding
All sorts of Death images
Into images of
Carnal love
In the very core of
The strive to live
There is always someone
More intent
Than the Sea
More vehement
Than the shadow
Which
When breaching through
Artificial Dom of the frame
Twangs like an arrow
Let go
At random
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The screams of birds
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