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￭ in return for your navy blue shirt
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sparrow in eagle I dress
you take a look from within the egg's crack
I spill the white
you're pulling out a barbed wire noose
you are a colt prey now
you wrap your neck with it and say to yourself:
"my god, what a necklace I have...!"
my back ruffles and I get phalanges arched
in a semicircle towards nowhere
it bends you in another double ribbon
paper butterfly around the same slim fleshy neck
I cut off the gloxinia in white Saturnian saw mills
moved to the centre by a winged Lycorn
"take me by the beak, inter-opened gates
and don't let me scream like a styx
in the shrillness of lightnings!
can't you see me?
I'm yellow and I swallow my intergalactic down
one by one
c'mon get out of the pores!
lookin` like a Gurkha, don't u see?
broad-chested embryo emerald emersion spinning
quick struggle of light in spiral display is burning me up
breaking through the crust I go out
epidermic pain breathes
the red shells fly away billions of years
you take a bewildering loop around the big umbilicus
it watches you
it threatens you
it guards neither gates nor windows
wipe off this mirror eye with your ungrown hair!
you'll see that you will hear what you feel
three chakram circles come up like a floral concoction
I mould the organs slowly annihilating the air
and it braces the eclipse aspatial content
my little girl, baby shell,
i touched you on the lustre of your fake eye
did it hurt?
is it going to ...?
maroon on the island of claws
ask for yourself in the soles now!
ask for yourself in long, elastic tendons!
you can get with them beyond the shell, beyond the core
let the bees think of you as a large uterus
you will hide in the honey jar of the yellow tornado
the banished in the eggs`camp
break the roof in thin slices
claws caress the middle part fragmentary appearances
smash to pieces in cries
... in or out?
exuberant slide into nothingness
arthralgic outburst out of breath in red ochre light
tie me up in the eye ball!
you are soaring!
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