In the fluid window The days and nights assemble A burning silver animal In a flood of rose and embers
In total darkness
Looking through a frosted lens Particles and objects Resembling nothing A pinhole of light The house is a sundial Filaments humming Moon-drops vibrating
An ammonite curve Now sings to the end And an in bloc breaks The back of a page The blood streams in jets Around an indigo bed A broken jar And the spirits’ sense
The music outside Comes from an oedipus spire And a mother inflates In a chiasma of flames The air suffocates Living a sentinel trace Watching the sun for a whileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
