22.vi.21
537
2.170
after us
dance of blind Cyclopes
roof torn away
gone crimes of
possession, of appetite
reward of wicked deeds live
on
gone we, whom the storm
survived
shelves brushed down
every head on fire from
a book
here’s the wind at last
fruit fallen to dust
music dinosaurs roam
four paws, eight legs,
wings
glide close after absent
it’s Hollywood, snow
begins again
sad thoughts, not long
how could they be so
stuck?
day wild remains
silence seen no more
an earworm for a song
after us
animal yet
ruins of a garden
and a garden grows
again
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