difficult memory -a cycle
1.
Trouble
this night
will move
loneliness
its hesitant shade
soaking
asphalt sleep
the heads of
walkers
trembling
Pleasure
I wake with fever day
I make a greeting as yield
softening this evening
of remorse
howling with the dogs
Memory
the ravages
the city
not visible any more
the tombs
at last
Goodbye
human flowers
start words
filled with
long time
leaven of
an abyss
2.
Trouble
night also winds
its coil of hesitant colour
on wet bitumen
where sleep lends
its trembling
Wish
Observes its fever
of daily wake up
as fruit softens
remorse forms its dog
which destroys
memory
Recall
ravished suns
the city is not quite the grave
Valediction
a long time somehow
to be adjusted
which is a song of the world
filled with a miracle wild-life span
an abyss is a drug
3.
Difficulty
night equals
its isolation
coiled
the color of bitumen
bathed in half-sleep
tremolo of a driver
Beadings of Pleasure
Fervent, wide awake
daily paper, a good salute for now
apple shapes remorse
evening’s growl
Apart
those beatings of the sun
a city encrypted
not to last
Taking Leave
Beloved, in some way
not to be recorded
that is, uninstructed
it’s just the beginning
of closing
a word filled up
wild with miracle
like the abyss
4.
Struggle
this also equals night
this insulated ring
colours that sleep
point to hesitation
and where it’s heading
Delight
with wide zeal
according to the news
for good
the fruits forms
more night, that desert
Reminiscence
the villa
overthrows the visible
is not at last
Farewell
loved some way
more then not
close and human
now above miracle
the wild mine
as abyss
5.
Difficulty
tonight equals the east
insulated by sleep
a point in the road
wires leading
that hesitation
trembles and watches
Pleasure
the title
the program
the pilot
a newspaper
an accord
a fever
for good
with fruit
on form
of night
of remorse
of the one dog
that
Memory
that a sun predatory
of that house, overthrown
visible and dear
the last of
Goodbye
much is certain tho’ grey
of the way more than not
that the instructed world
is not one of poetry
*
And Memory
of the desert
of destruction
who closes
limpid as one word
wild mind
as the abyss
Trouble
this night
will move
loneliness
its hesitant shade
soaking
asphalt sleep
the heads of
walkers
trembling
Pleasure
I wake with fever day
I make a greeting as yield
softening this evening
of remorse
howling with the dogs
Memory
the ravages
the city
not visible any more
the tombs
at last
Goodbye
human flowers
start words
filled with
long time
leaven of
an abyss
2.
Trouble
night also winds
its coil of hesitant colour
on wet bitumen
where sleep lends
its trembling
Wish
Observes its fever
of daily wake up
as fruit softens
remorse forms its dog
which destroys
memory
Recall
ravished suns
the city is not quite the grave
Valediction
a long time somehow
to be adjusted
which is a song of the world
filled with a miracle wild-life span
an abyss is a drug
3.
Difficulty
night equals
its isolation
coiled
the color of bitumen
bathed in half-sleep
tremolo of a driver
Beadings of Pleasure
Fervent, wide awake
daily paper, a good salute for now
apple shapes remorse
evening’s growl
Apart
those beatings of the sun
a city encrypted
not to last
Taking Leave
Beloved, in some way
not to be recorded
that is, uninstructed
it’s just the beginning
of closing
a word filled up
wild with miracle
like the abyss
4.
Struggle
this also equals night
this insulated ring
colours that sleep
point to hesitation
and where it’s heading
Delight
with wide zeal
according to the news
for good
the fruits forms
more night, that desert
Reminiscence
the villa
overthrows the visible
is not at last
Farewell
loved some way
more then not
close and human
now above miracle
the wild mine
as abyss
5.
Difficulty
tonight equals the east
insulated by sleep
a point in the road
wires leading
that hesitation
trembles and watches
Pleasure
the title
the program
the pilot
a newspaper
an accord
a fever
for good
with fruit
on form
of night
of remorse
of the one dog
that
Memory
that a sun predatory
of that house, overthrown
visible and dear
the last of
Goodbye
much is certain tho’ grey
of the way more than not
that the instructed world
is not one of poetry
*
And Memory
of the desert
of destruction
who closes
limpid as one word
wild mind
as the abyss
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