I’m no monster
There only are diamonding lengthy dragon tails
of unconsciously fibring up things
bustling ahead through me
Their fiery claws
grip at my gimballed, never-tomorrowing blood
Overhead
they permeate and shred
the sacrific ennead
shunting the inscribable paginations’ loop heads
to the next level
Instant, go away
- I am so beautiful!
le vent souffla dans ce jardin aux pommes d’or
et tomba malade avant l’aube
il suffit jadis d'un grain de sable:
la licorne devint invisible
sauf son cœur
les yeux d’archæoptéryx
reflètent toujours l'image terrienne
des eaux d'en haut
tandis que l’hippogriffe dort
les ailes ouvertes devant
dans la fatigue d’être solitaire
I woke up chewing the pillow
lips and teeth running like some lame dogs through
archives of freedom
I stripped from myself the mantle of befuddled leaves
and clothed me in studs of mountains
my half conscience was in love with nefarious worlds
thirsty of miocen odysseys
and now
like an emperor whitout clothing
looking thru the stiff neck of an empty
chivas regal bottle
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