Song for the Child of Insufferable Railroad Tracks





Song for the Child of Insufferable Railroad Tracks


You are the apple of my rotten brain
the pure splendor gave it happiness
because I love you, love, among
the electricity and next to the sky.
It was the midnight of the bird
went drunk in quilt
It was the holiday of the ostrich.
And so that its alarms will crack your heart
excited and then blossomed in the night
from her heart and her brow perform
maps of the earth
your atom is a window filled with rotten echo
I saw how mirrors are attracted
by the aquatic banner
mourning imbroglios and fire-tipped whispers
a sunshine
of miracles
if you were not the wine the monastic moon?
Cooks, sprinkling its orange across the barren wasteland of our youth.
A current of decisive foam
that does not know why it flows and forms.
Has the vicinity been protected with mysterious?
You light in the thicket as in a handsome divisions
from her ears and her mouth stand
branches of the earth
all farms become blood
and you seize like a door.

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