around this
rectangular bird
pecking the
land
devoid of
wings.
erupting
calcification
fish
right into
the sky.
Abundance!
around
clouds, stars
are
dropping over the wings of
the
rectangular bird, which is
grumbling
to itself: “Where
is the red
one,
the red
bleeding one,
the red
fish, bleeding,
in which I
am told to discover
the
perfect, impeccable
worm,
fattening?”
Being
unable to wait until morning,
stars
choose to be always invisible and
falling into
the non-existence,
“whereas fish
eyes meet the cycle”.
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