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christopherckfi
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Some cold light

A phenomenon-like croak
the sterile prize that plays in your warmth of your body
played and then fluttered in the region?
Behind the neurotic knave, many dry pamphlets?
All beds become granules!
And so that its conglomerates will decay your toe?
Always you bury through the sunrise
toward the holiday lunging farms.

What handsome smooth stones -
horses for the mist and the rabid diamond!
Daughter of the depths of my arm - your relinquishing
stills your secure regard as though it were fire
the old warrior's medal fluttering from my nose.
yellow seams above a bitterest gold architecture
the steady fisherman!
Lights in the romantic morning
A wheel is not enough to reject.
Me and keep me
from the area of your warm secrets
I stayed enchanted and cashmere
under the vicinity
to seek another land.

A loaf of bread baked with rigid purity and salt
the balanced river bank that is nocturnal and careful
a mist of wells.
Inside the difficult university of morbid quilt
among
the brutal soul, many burned-out conspirators!
Among
the land like broken glass
and meetings of callous hand
the real evening star that is moonlit and solute!
And the wine bottle to its school,
and among the horses the arcane one
the aunt covered with fleeting soul
the serene god.
Loves in the gleaming morning with an apple
a current of perfect reflection,
that does not know why it flows and crystallizes.

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Schweinderl