He begs you upon the cliffs
And the sun over the time
Have already wrinkled the
Hours because the seagulls
Were in such a quarrel as
Much flour would cover the
Houses flouting at the cudgels
Whereas the beasts in small
Degrees of life could, nevertheless,
Climb the flabellum up to the moon.
O gris de lin blossoms you have never
Ever told us why the dead ballerina
Was not dead yet, till half past two.
Then you remember her blood
As if it was a river of your town...
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Time and space delusion
Poetry«Time and space delusion» is a poem whose subject of enunciation wants to keep the vanity of the closest seconds of idleness, since he can't throw himself into the essence of bygone. Therefore, it is at least a search for nothing.
