We cannot be so frank & shocking
as incomprehensible lizards
repeating themselves to rhododendrons
We will always shake the palm trees
a centuple centipede
continues gnawing at skulls
It'll know when to jump
into this cultural encounter
where we end up despising each other
Yes, he who does not like it
can put on his clothes & shake the semicircle
What difference does it make
why should we care …
oh, the glass of God
oh, the verse of God as God
and this fucking supernatural reverie
The Cyclops play
with the corpse of our sadness
in this dead goodbye
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