(Photo by Paul Cadden ) Now that the sun is the moon wave
I still satisfy my eyes clean by abstract search
hand to things that smell of earth,
intra mosses know of life, in which
lash concept
gilding the end of all time, but rest
,
sailing in the sky that looked
eternal return of signs which escape into space ships
ideal way
hiding the anguish of the world
between crooked lines on the edge of sheet
hearts to adorn Canto.
I still satisfy my eyes clean by abstract search
hand to things that smell of earth,
intra mosses know of life, in which
lash concept
gilding the end of all time, but rest
,
sailing in the sky that looked
eternal return of signs which escape into space ships
ideal way
hiding the anguish of the world
between crooked lines on the edge of sheet
hearts to adorn Canto.
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