
Passion lost
lost patience split Pale ,
to think,
to promote thoughts.
Proposed Principles for a few patients,
lost, just for the few.
Poor
but perfect spring landscape.
Stop, think of you ...
"Stop to think of you? Why
perfect words?
"To have patience?
Permuto sins pleasure. Poor
clown!
worries prudence
lost lost pieces to think of you.
pathetic character. Poor
prostitute.
Physical Design
Movement. A speed of sensations
defined
distant time that come before the contact.
Force.
colliding Star Cluster
causing an explosion,
miasma dissolved in the cavity.
acceleration. Effluvium
blood
the boat after the unreachable star, a heart
the hand that encourages the earthquake.
Masa.
body lying on the sky,
rupture of the unit and the unit step, unknown skin
night.
Purpose. Camino
indicated by the shadows of bodies which follow
as I diluted in your tears.
The dance of days
Feroz between the plain,
with a human face in a desert place,
naturally, peacefully,
natural state of man's mother.
The dance of the happy days
is ending
not want to dance with my body just pious.
Faceless rain, tornado
faceless, faceless grace
in a place so empty.
you nothing Off There,
because things are behind you, I'm just here
,
in the peace of the morning without eyes hill.
Mother of man, father
wine
Outlaw's wife, daughter
night.
Wild caravan broken masks, with faces
other colors that light up their lamps torn
the white complexion of the moon.
Let me walk on the flowers
to learn a new history, writing
a new poem that speaks of the days
voiceless cruelty.
I'll tell you this,
you just say this:
This morning I walk under the sea, open all doors
to find another way,
maybe today, maybe tomorrow, I play
only under the shelter of the wind.
Destination
Demons dance,
different destinations. Two demons dancing
asleep, wake
for decades.
then demand
pain for days. Dementia
asleep
dominated disguise.
Delicate fingers dance for decades.
God divided donor of ailments, will.
We must master it, will say.
Too many criminals, deformed demons
of different dances. Dice
God!
craps, two dice are
destination
dancing, mixed.
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