Reading the moment in tender fashion
Snapping the bean along the grid
Passing the mild charm

A warm greatness in the skin
A dull pain behind the chest
A twist of the fruit that has been shown

In the morning
The eye reopens
The door of the fingerprints
Of the night

The breeze has gone
The breeze is come
The breeze is quickening
Its birth
Its death
Its moment

Whirlwind of sex and beauty and woman
Part my way
Part my way

Single blind in the open market
Shot from the dark and blue
Trajectory object bound
Land and sea and air

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