Mary Lou    
didn't care    
only for her raw silk underwear.        
 
Was going up    
at the greasy pole    
the deserter of happy days.        
 
then ended    
in the ditch    
the postman on a bicycle.        
 
Cat and pussy    
scruffy but horny    
tuned their violins.        
 
was rubbing    
of his red tail    
the red tail of dreams.       
 
In the firmament     
went up    
the rosy cheeks of lovers.        
 
The gaze of the awakened man    
to all life that crosses it    
becomes limitless.        
 
May this land wind  
deep in old sleep   
hide our narrow lives.        
 
May we unfold the baleen of the beast 
in small inroads and holy patience
towards the beautiful and the great.

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