To recall
The ornaments of the guitar
The hand
Reaches out for the knife
And gets bogged down
In the Earth
A woman
Flows out of her shapes
The line
- The time deaf
Like a belfry...
Reflects all the shades
Of her inflamed flesh
To rid itself of the parting
This throat feels up to the eyes
With the Crescent Moon
Collapses with its chess board
Underneath the figures
Leaves hunger to smolder
On the bosom
Of the Virgin in labor
The rumble
Dancing under the feet
Of the flames and
Stretches with steel balls
Out into Infinity
Where the God
Like wildering avalanche
Is hiding behind the mica
Of his Commandments
Wets with saliva
The pages of Existence
With newly ploughed-up
Innocence of To Be...
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Anti Mortem
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