Hermes in the
park; now she´s thinking about that again.
Change of place
and alteration of bright colour;
Yves Klein blue
hot shoots out of this tube brightly
Blowing
down the atmospheres, desert a negative.
There´s no such
thing as a safe place. They live in a cold fashion
They are not
listening clearly to the thrum
From the ruined
cities in deserts, and dry lakes
Along the way.
Excuse me, it´s Agemaki. Would I
Mistake you for
Sukeroku. Even in the dark?
He said: A city
will never be built on this spot, alive
With radiation.
No pillars towers trees gates jugs of
Wine or windows.
Or fountains statues groves.
Just the
gorgeous music boxes and the longing
For the
latchless close of refrigerator doors.
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