associated mother earth
Looking at the moon
Wooden slats
Inaugurate in the corner
Blooming Daisies.      
 
Sound stains
On her bleached skin
Meeting of the Flowers of Evil
In sulphurous company
To always be elsewhere.      
 
Shadow in decisions
In the depths of matter
Engages pleasantly
Life now
Life in every moment.      
 
A look cleansed of all prejudice
To take its source from the refugee bench
Face to face are
The marvel and the obscure arguing against instinct
Fine scans like breathing.     
 
Lasts in the house
Some tangles of reason
As long as we enrich
From a laser cut
The flight of time outside our galaxy.      
 
There would be trouble
Without ex post praise
Just a bookmark
What to spot
The graying of the pen on the paper.      
 
The diamond scratches the window
Cut to the level of the soul
Beautiful things not to own
For traces at the back of the yard
Engage thought.      
 
I hung the target on the garden wall
Inadvertently at the tip of the penknife
Say YES placidly
With bunches of wisteria
Crumbling under the jumble of words.      
 
A sponge will do the trick
Returning the coffee task
At the castle moat
For frog with vibrating throat
Make fun with white milk.      
 
The grace of the day
Cross the gray suburbs
Until the hour mark
Attend the departure of guests
The cleverly starched handkerchief in the pocket.      
 
No more gravel at the joints
The book opens to the correct page
Enough to understand the pure gesture
From the light sky
That knowledge monopolizes.      
 
The night at the end of the clock
Appears on the square
Hidden glory absolved of its conditioning
The greedy indentation
Overturning the silence of the cutlery.
 
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