Wounded midnight and the sordid warmth
tremble at the walls of my house
sorrow
and energy - clusters of anger
like absurd nature: railroad tracks
the naked man!
Makes in the pure morning
and meetings of furious toe
and the prize to its kiss
and among the cathedrals the infinite one
the sailor covered with angellic perfume
a ancient sunshine.
Of cashmire lakes
nothing but that movie of books?
Pockets of sand converted into cedar
Always you decieve through the night
toward the night puncturing stars.
I APOLOGIZE FOR HAVING THIS IN THE WRONG CATEGORY IT WAS A MISTAKE, I HAD MY AUTOFILL ON.