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Eyes fume, tongues stir,
The heavens surge
into our senses
Like blue mother's milk
a.a.

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top upon the surface

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words that close,
uselessly holding like water in a net
the surface and the temperature
of the purest wave of life?
p.n

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top the unending

this universe as far as every star
is your ripening flesh: all hail.
Behold, you feel how nothing more clings to you:
your shell is in the unending,
and there the heavy juice halts and yearns.
And from beyond a brightness helps it
rilke