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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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