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JOHN RICHARDSON | SURREALIST
A Deserted Square
A deserted square
A giant transparent stone casts its shadow
far into the distance
Further than the eye can see
The wooden bird of the sea grows restless
On its marble pedestal
And eventually takes flight
Coming to rest on the curious stone
After several centuries
As the sleepwalker passes by
It bursts into flame
And the stars make love to the moon
Meanwhile your crystal breasts tremble in the evening breeze
10 August 2008
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