The expectation of tearing open the earth
when putting down a pen you say
resembles the expectation of the first men
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Your gaze away from body to horizon
distances yourself from me and the things
the blood corpuscles the gestures
and finally the shining trio eye tooth lip
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The master builder must not die
the peasants thought when the castle was built
as their upper arms grew into tree-trunks
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While the water ebbs away and jellyfish are stranded
unaffected by the salt
by oxidation and the sun
you envy the children who push their heels
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Which swords lie freely on the fields
when we go for a walk? I am sure
hand in hand everything's possible whee! little angel fly
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To be the last one of a kind
what a strange task
When you used to have different ideas
of narrowness and width Quite different
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But what will happen once we have told one another all our
stories ten thousand hot stories
once the dictionary of our castles in the air has been spelt
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For years the concerts have been cancelled
stanza by stanza
since each head has encased itself in glass
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Very gray corn on the fields
as though it had rained ashes from
a perfect factory
Look this woman bends down
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With everything that changes from indicative to subjunctive
the night lies down on the day and chains its hands atop
the bed. Everything we haven't said grows into the
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