The Shadow's Exactness

Every mouth leafed out following the path of a sun whose rustles, in any case, were
clearly heard.

At the setting out, the die was waiting. In its eyes, between faults of mist and stairs without a beginning, our complete effigies gleamed. We did not know yet from what kind of bone it was carved but we felt the kinship and accepted the square rolling of this brutal and reassuring brother.
 
 
 
The Wall
   
I had a wall
I put it in the front of my eyes and it turned me blind
I stuck my ear on it and it deafened me
I leaned on it and it wore me out

If I held out my hand it hit me
if I tried to pass it humiliated me

It was big mauve and rectangular
a big mauve and rectangular wall
with just one rectangular window

Its pips requested
the echo of the word crushed teeth
 
 

The Circle's Adventure
 
Father of the sleep cousin of the arrow brother of the equilibrium
run run through the rain

The joyful symmetry of the beginning
tracks a straight line on the asphalt
at whose end the tiredness is waiting
 
 
 
The Crust
 
The town had only one house
the house had only one room
the room had only one wall
the wall had only one clock
the clock had only one hand

In all this time the children
were growing up and were asking only one question
while the puzzled and superb adults
were dwindling were dwindling smilingly
 
 

The Secrets of the Emptiness and of the Fullness

He wormed his tongue in the sun
he kept his little finger in the soil until it bloomed

Anytime he was could he rubbed his hands
anytime he died he put on his socks
anytime he combed his hair he locked the doors
anytime he ran he looked in the mirror

When he looked in the water it rippled
when he took off his suspenders his legs fell down.
 
 

Möbius' Torsion

My left hand and my right eye
my left glove and my right boot
my right lamp and my left horse
my left apple and my right voice
my right coat and my left ear
my left hat and my right ear
my right key and my left rug
etc etc
 
 
 
Filter
 
Initially we were enough
but someone saw through the reeds

The reeds swung lightly
swung from middle up
hit the floor like some pebbles
around the light sounded
near a wall it was cold
a chair sat down cross-legged

Initially we were enough
but someone saw through the reeds
 


The Depths of the Surface
 
It ought to be an accompaniment for houses
it ought to be some sounds for mirrors
it ought to be some ultimate and reliable gestures
but the bells tolled
and from them only big pieces of cotton-wool fell down
 
 

Immense Love
 
Through every wall two silences flowed
and I went out to listen to me
I spoke with two mouths and I listened alone
with two ears on each side of the face

And it was a love
while over its barely visible cube
two suns rose every mourning
 
 

By Far Better
 
It is by far better to have leaves by far better
to remain somewhere full of leaves
somewhere in your contour of coolness

Alone you can't read orange books anymore
nor sit cross-legged on a bench
nor put your hat beside you nor

do sidewalk drawing
But when the rain makes you too heavy
you can slowly shed and set out on streets
and behind you remains an immense round blot in whose center
you can leave your hat as if a wet fruit
 
 

I Had a Lot

I had a lot of grass a lot
I was born on grass and I put on my shoes on grass
on the inside I was limestone on the outside grass
Ftiuu said the wind it whisked Me

Everywhere the sound of the limestone deafened Me
when it was cold my hands tingled
maybe I lightly knocked in a fence
maybe grass grew inside the limestone

Ftiuu said the wind it whisked Me
maybe I lightly knocked in a fence
 

 
Said
 
She had iron front head and iron cheeks
when I breathed near her she sounded
like an iron bell she sounded
I don't know if she floated if she moved away
when I breathed near her

Sometimes I read by her
under the iron tree in the iron light
I read a thin book by her
the iron wind breezed and the words waved
she listened and sounded
like an iron bell she sounded
 

 
Obob
 
The darkness began from the voices
between bricks grass stinging nettles rags and bones
I smoked a cigarette butt
by me the tired stones panted
by me an obscure obscene mother slept

It was a balancing evening
I don't know why it was balancing
near by far away
I don't know why it was balancing
by me the tired stones panted
 

 
The Room
 
It was a very glossy room
Everything was very glossy In the room
it was a piano full of water

The room was very glossy on the inside
the piano was very glossy on the outside
inside the room outside the piano
in the vegetation of the soaked sound
I was very glossy with armor
mineral incandescent acoustics
red black purple and white
inside outside
 

 
Retaliation
   
An eye for a nose a tooth for a flower
a horse for blood a human for a fruit
then there is that uninterrupted house
and the knife of felt of water
there were many drawers full of mist
it was a chair and it was made a virtue
then there were the mailboxes full of leaves
and the feet and the boots and the melancholy
and some words in a wooden tube
and I don't know where and I don't know why

and all were compensate were compensate
 
 

I Hear the Steps
 
I hear the steps of the mute child
I hear how they are gulped by the ashes
somewhere above the sun hangs down
like an empty peg
somewhere above in the sky

the bulls have poked their horns in the ground
on their back the grass grows

I hear the steps of the mute child
I hear how they are gulped by the ashes
 
 

Reaper
 
In the fall he gathered the fruits one by one
then he quietly climbed in the tree and he fell asleep there
waiting to dry
and to fall down alongside the dead fruits  
 
 
 
 
 

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