Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit rounding on the
granite
Escalator, picking sorrel, red veined lettuce,
and seeing,
Blue mixing with eggplant in front of s and t.
Descending
into water the eye of a friggit sends one
Messages and following
the vines of bursting corollas
Monita del monte arriving. It is
vertigal Chicago arches,
And the space of absence in one thing
worth nothing.
The watermelon walls are rinds, its four
Degrees
outside and the snow keeps falling. Still descending
The years
fall backwards, first by a few seconds, then by
Days, weeks months,
until you’ve reached your
Birth and come to the conclusion
that you’re not extinct.
Queste razze non esistono piu,
on the sands
Beside the Dead Sea you hear galloping hooves,
spiders
Winding up sunlight, rips of sky releasing from
a lady’s
Arm. Transporting backwards you see two quaggas,
Looking
through existence and the clouds appear
Like stellar sea cows,
barnacles dot their skin. The palladium
Pendiculates its gate,
and the concrete walls are met by check-
Erboard squares- sea
bird music, puffins and auks grip to
Granite stones that bubble
around the waters, still ancient
“we see the rising frequencies as houses”,
brick over brick
Water is flushed, like moments of exhalation,
or when
The tile pattern is reflected in her voice, going
into the
Indonesian castle the quiet loud elemental trickle
pill-
Ows on top of you, until the owls of the night
are counted.
Is that old wooden bridge still standing! It’s
over grown
With thorn bushes, baubles of spectacle parties
reflecting
Into hearts of arches, where northern globes circle
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