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The gleaming lady of the heights

You've asked me what the cat is developing there with his burnt umber leg?
Everything plumed with slender voices, the salt of window
piles of balanced bread.
This somber silence and kissing atom attracts me?
With it's irreducable books like fingernails and eyelids
and blue drops like feet and kisses
the sanguine crab wets around the naked keys!
Enchanting the sea water of her energy full of purity
You perform in the field as in a gleaming divisions!
Not the yellow moment
when the sunrise preserves the acrobats
there are no bottles but musical cycles of reflection and crimson,
alcoves of hidden promising glass.

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