21 listopada 2016
Reflecting The Praises
And you explore me-
to the limits of enchantment.
As I was-
dying in a nonfiction.
Half brothers-
were moving like pincers
to catch a pen
like a little solidier.
Sad little god was telling
I do,
I am moving in non-existent darkness
for a sundial.
A lobster-
was trying to climb on
an ancient throne.
He wanted to become a neoking.
And throw his weight for the kittens
and unborn dogs.
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