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Stone by stone

The bird drinks the stream
Sip by sip

The bird drinks the whole stream
Drop by drop

The bird drinks silence
Silence by silence

The bird drinks time
Grain by grain

The bird drinks God’s hands
Eternity by eternity
Drinks innocence

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Earth

earth falls out of the stomach
milk diluted with mothballs
milk bleached with mothballs
sigh
but there is not enough air
and the earth crawls out
it makes me sick and the worms will grind everything up
where did you get this earth?
you have no home and no snow and a lonely bird on the shoulder of a spruce tree
and a lonely soul on the shoulder of a dead spruce tree
lord tear off your legs
do not walk on this earth

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Senility

An old apple tree at night: no one knows that it grows here, and no one knows why it still grows.

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Mirror of the moon

step by step I teach my reflection to walk
then to talk
but my reflection learns nothing

so when night falls I leave
I don’t know what happens to my reflection in the darkness
I don’t quite understand what happens to my body when I sleep

I turn into ice
I crack under the feet of those who walk to catch me
I crack like glass
and my reflection laughs in response

I dissolve into the darkness
suddenly someone turns on the light
the mirror turns out to be cracked

I see my own reflection
in his hands a mask and a blade
perhaps this is an opportunity to choose one of two

someone broke the mirror
the mirror broke me

a morning candle lights up in the sky
sweat and a river in my palms
my reflection has learned everything possible
my reflection now teaches me
my reflection teaches me to sleep
my reflection learns to sleep from me

day follows day
no one waters the mirror flowers

this mirror is just a shining echo of the far side of the moon
my reflection and I kiss the silence on the far side of the moon
I and I dance like flowers in spring and the moon blooms

it is silver of spilled night words on the river on the far side of the moon
it is spilled dreams on the far side of the moon
it is two rivers of loneliness on the far side of the moon

I bathe myself in this river on the far side of the moon
birth and death in this river on the far side of the moon
but nothing is eternal under the moon

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Timing

I have forgotten how to write
I have never been able to talk or walk
My breath is imperceptible like a hot wind in the heat

Once I woke up
Once I fell asleep
Someone’s photo is lost forever in a bombed-out trench