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The orchard moves in a circle
around the sleep
the gum tree and the cypress
touch erotically.
Mother again becomes
a wet bag
I walk in Paradise again
and I nestle up, nestle up
with the body
as if on moistened soil.
Tonight I’ll perhaps dream
the end of the world
the explosion of the sun
to the core
I know the meaning of
there is no hope
before I wake up.
Quietness… the dogs…
during the famine
when father cut down the cypress
he forgot the sin
in the plantation of the sky
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