(excerpts)
/.../
should we fine roll o fine
on our toes but
the sound is flowing
should we eat o fine
polish the ladder
polish the soil
eat the soil
dragonblood between the eyes
/.../
the institute for asphalt
and concrete
metal
and noise injuries
pink creeping magma
one mummified with the seriousness
nobody comes up to you
one mummified with wings
like red papers stain the air
before the butterfly
reaches for you
makrabet inschase
/.../
balcony under under
force syrup through the trunk mine
hands on the back just memories
of the sweat and others
birds the frame dung
the tree does not fend itself the sun
heaves itself
erso emno
chia so neytala
diàsa
yerkotha
nya peta
closer onto it
a wheelchair with her dog
she is travelling over lakes
the forest has a folded
paper under itself
and not even that
only loosely coherent
pleasures and shards
there is the bread the people
the suspension
sheep eating on site
places against time
like every new time knows
about lips
you have the sound in your mouth
close to the floor
the sound the mouth
smile as the street
teeth eyes
your mouth wants
nails in apartment windows
smile that the street
knows about eyes
was flying in the dream tonight
was lying in the dream flowing like
life
night
sees ones image
in pouring rain
giggles your hands
builds the city lips
makes thinner voices holes
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