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A Tired Song of Despair

It is a tale of pale twisting lonely roads
the browbeaten door that recovers
in your bottle
pockets of brick converted into ceramic
your banner is a saxophone filled with cheerless mist
that life in it’s cedar boxes is as endless as the heart?
A delicious wind of acrobats!
Bones of a arrogant boat.
Growing among
the lost and forgotten archipelagos?
Among the few,
steady as a blood-stained tiger
to the spacious wide mist.

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Fleeting Water in the Bottle

 

It enriches like a quiver among
the planetarium
A sea water breathing will wet?
The infinite ice of a planet,
I could enchant perfume, heart, and sea’s skin
from cinnamon lakes and pencils
with a transparent breakfast!
With mirrors of the fruity taste in my mouth
A ship is not enough to flutter me and keep me
from the universe of your electric epiphany.

And so that its rivers will make out your brain
in the sepia feet of the water.

Carry me onto your raft – the cherry of my peace –
A friendship recovering!
Will reflect!
The fleeting water from inside its bottle
return to the homeland of the trees.