(Work of Zdzislaw Beksinski) In vain mist of lightning
s' blue flower of your old face.
- Do not even believe in the End? Danzo
at the bottom of the doubt to the press
bang rocked the remote and the Beginning
you drop the 'my shadow
while digging peat hopes
orbits in the cave of the here.
bathed in parallel reflections
m 'on the brink of the veil
slowly in the dark of your mother's transcendental pleasure.
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