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lauantai 21. helmikuuta 2015

Death organ grinder

Death organ grinder
songs ships
always towards the white
beach, slide.
These mental images
to think
dream of the eye
people get.
The stories revolve around
always the same
the basic formulas.

Salt scars
rubbed,
and will be open everyday
wounds.
Fly to the stars,
and utopia go.
Coal blow,
perhaps kindle
the flame of incandescent.

Greetings from there,
somewhere where
I am with my eyes wheat.
One of the great pity,
the feeling of longing
Inside contains.

Load-bearing poem knight
wings, I am in the world
the edge of the air
high sneaked into.
I meet there flying
clown and monkey,
the death organ grinder.

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