- Last night came the elusive bird
- You cannot express feelings with a function
- You can’t describe the motion of the heat
- Close your eyes when the body is lusting
- Explore your senses when a hole is widening
- The bird is always reborn by stirring up the ashes
- From the wrinkles of our brain starts the fire
- Denser gets the smoke as our heart beats its wings
- Under the veil of darkness desire is hiding
- Perching in the bush of a thick dream
- In the morning the peacock’s neck is rising
- Don’t try to explain the nature of our gatherings
- There is no theory about the chaos of last night
- After a massacre it’s always hope recovering
- And from our guts the blood is spouting hot again.
3/4/2008
fractal made by 'Zero' at zerolines.blogspot.com)
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