Nel sonno quando il corpo dell'uomo anziano non pi informato dei suoi contorni e nelle bugie ha appiattito per gravit come un puro della cera nella relativa base... Gocciola gi al pavimento e si muove l come una rottura gi una guancica... Sotto il portello posteriore nel prato d'argento, come un gruppo di sperma, gelido sotto la luna, come se in sua prima natura, senz'ossa ed irragionevole.
La luna lo alza in su nel relativo campo bianco, una nube a forma di come un uomo anziano, poroso con le stelle.
Galleggia attraverso gli alti rami scuri, un corpse aggrovigliato in un albero su un fiume.
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