At every moment appears, Gelasius,
A door to the outer airy world which
Helps to cool the fire within the rock,
The scene is local. We get across. The
Classical throne, the living boiling creatures
There; sun cloud water rock here
Outside the national museum of Korea
I ponder that Belgian port again at night,
Blue painted wooden slats cry jealousy
From windows, the council talks soft and does not mean it;
Crane deer tortoise, we’ve said this before,
Slime slit of your skirt, deer pine tree bamboo,
Verb of eternal youth and the red sun and the tango
Glisten together on the surface of the red sea lowering.
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