The vertical thought had
jumped on the moon
without any qualms.
Do you think, the dreams
will sell to man
these butterflies.
The ants were waiting
for the death of the lamb
wandering in the neighbour’s field.
O God, how long we will
drink this potion
of the stone catchers?
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