The rose is boiling intrepidly
in the crevice
He who holds the stings
of the humility threads
is a chameleon - the wisdom of heart
He visits steep lonely doorsteps
strewn in the still born garbage
hovers over temples
blossoming with all out war lovemaking
sprouts cascades of crumbling walls
with non-perishable bodies only in time
In the tilting gorge of the space
he finds a nocturne
of chamaleon faces
feverish with excitement
at yet not possessed configuration
of the old-man-like skin of the sky
with endless episodes of
tea-time incest
wicked and foaming
Lost
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