heresy of emptiness n-bodies
cold firefly paper of the stork
scimitar of the water-breaking voice
bluish flame that transports to another world
a reflection of Alice eats and drinks
a philosopher the axis of his finger
a low-tone de profundis for the hyacinths
a box of curses without the pianist’s hand
world above and below near and together
the ordering of things with any measure
the architecture of unfinished towers
in which we live we move we don’t exist
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