Poire de la Nuite,
In the terror of the depths of ocean
Or haze in the mind,
The end apparition is the intolerable
Splashing breakfast speed
And with the transformation of the day comes
Steps and roadways of music,
Murmuring in the glow rose of dawn.
At the same time guppies extract liquors
From the rock, and the pebbles burn through the liquid
Despite their notion to freeze.
More circles flying than sneezes,
Children of kangaroo shoppers lift
Their wings to creep into the points between
The ends of books, and stir the
Kettle of dreams until done.
Groping eyefuls to tea
Washing jewelled lashes.
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