Whole the day ,I was weeping in mirror/ Spring ,has deposit my window to tree.s green imagination/ Body has not capacity for cocoon solitude of mine / my paper crown,taint the space of that sunless area
*** I was not able, again The sound of valley , the song of the birds/ the tumult missed tennis-ball/The running away of children uproar/ The air-chamber dance, Rising at the end of cotton stock / as a bubble of soap The wind , that , you,d think / it gasp for breath in dept of most deep of dark bed-fellow moments / was pressing the wall of silent confidence castle/ and naming me my hearth from used split the whole day ,view of mine ,has the been watched eyes of my life . to those frightened disturbed two eyes / that put to flight of my fixed look / and as liars , was taking refuge in eye-lids . + + + What a summit? what a highest points ? except , all of those winding ways , at that cold sucker mouth / Would be received at the meeting point ? What did you give me ? Simple words of deceitfull ? and , body taking pains , and fads ? If I placed a flower on my hair , from inversion,this paper crown , with the bad smell on top of head , was not more charming ? + + + How got me the desert soul ? And the magic of moon , made me far from cattle belief ? How my incomplete heart , grew up ? And no a half did not complete , this half ? How me stay , and saw? the earth under my feet , getting empty ,of support ? And the heat of my fellow , can,t access , to vain waiting of my body ! + + + What a summit ? what a highest point ? O!/ Disturbed lamps / O! /Doubter light home , get me refuge , that washed clothes in the bosom of perfumed smoke, at sunny flat roof are swinging. O!/simple perfect females , get me protected , you ! /that up of your delicate finger skin, continue the way of pleasure movement foetus , and in split of your collar, the air , always mix by the fresh milk . What a summit ? What a highest point ? o ! Get me refuge ,full fireplaces o! / horse shoes for happiness o! /the sound of copper vessels in black kichen , and the sad song of swing machine, and fighting , during the day and night , between carpets and sweepers . Give me protection , all of greedy loves ,that painfull of duration , decorate occupation of yours , to take possession , with the magic water and fresh blood . ALL THE DAY , ALL THE DAY , LOOSELY , AS A CORPSE ON WATER , i WAS GOING FORWARD TO THE MOST DREADFUL ROCK, TO DEEPEST SEA CAVE , AND MOST MEAT EATER FISHES AND MY BACK VERTABRA , WAS PAINT SHOOTING OF DEAD SENCE Ican,t any more The sound of my feet comes up of denial way to my despair has been more widen from soil patience that spring , and that green imagination , that pass of window , was saying to my hearth " you never go forward ,you went down "