(circular)
there pivots Prima Ballerina
upon her pleated tutu
the alive layer raised the black flag
then
the dead layer raised the white flag
to do the wave
for the grandstand
(centripetal)
the Stadium still-life printing
the fliptomania
hands holding out to cling
to the caterpillar track-pirouette
(centrifugal)
the Merry-Go-Round
was shredding its vertego
sometimes we wander for days
inside the ruins of myself
like an old ragtag band
the gardens where white boats still float upside down
in the clouds of your eyes
we dig for the last broken piece of your heart
in the magical town
in the beautiful mines
only to get lost and discover the ruby
was stolen in another century
by another indiana jones
I guess in the end I have learned to accept
to come back
with just only a handful of shards
and your smile
in my old ruined shack
היא הסתכלה לאחור.
יותר רחוק מאחור
ומבטה העגול
חיבק את המדבר
נפגשנו
היכן שאי אפשר היה לאלף מבט
אשת לוט
לבושת אש
חרוכת מבט,
אשת אורפאוס
לבושת מוות
מכושפת מבט,
אשת מדבר
קורנת מבט
אל מיטת החול התהומית,
Her ankle softly torment on the chest
Released my wings so sharpen and so thin
Into the breath of spring from east to west
And the enchanted world that lies within.
Two flowers blink and misty rivers grow
When I can see my body from above,
When all the riddles have the answer – no,
When Eden’s lost and death is chasing love;
But when I see the sprightly nymph, a thorn
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