From here you have to start: the sky.
window without sill, frame, glass.
An opening and nothing more, but
wide open.
I do not have to wait for a clear night,
nor lift his head,
to observe the sky.
I have behind me, and pads on the eyelids.
The sky wraps me tightly
and lifts me from below.
Even the highest mountains are no longer close
the sky
the valleys deeper.
Nowhere
there is more than another.
The cloud is squeezed from the sky
inexorably as the grave.
The mole is in seventh heaven
like the owl that shakes its wings.
The thing that falls into an abyss
falls from sky to sky.
Crunchy, flowing, rocky
fiery, ethereal,
expanses of sky, bits of sky,
gusts and piles of heaven.
The sky is omnipresent
Even in the darkness under the skin.
eat the sky, evacuated the sky.
have a trap in a trap,
a native village,
a hug hugged
an application in response to a question.
division in heaven and earth
not
is the appropriate way to think about all this.
It only survive in a more accurate, easier to find
,
if they find me.
My distinguishing marks:
enchantment and despair.
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