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The orchard moves in a circular way
around sleep
the gum tree and the cypress
touch erotically.
mother becomes
a wet bag again
I walk in Paradise again
and I nestle up, nestle up
with the body
as if I were moistened soil.
Perhaps tonight I’ll dream
of the world’s end
the explosion of the sun
to its core
I know the meaning of
there is no hope
before I wake up.
Quietness… the dogs…
during the famine
father cut down the cypress
but he forgot that sin
in the plantation of the sky.
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