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4. 
the sex-appeal of the telephone 
and the bugle of the carnies-breaking cock-crows 
are all harmonised seamlessly 

the noon in the blood 
is flowing along the river 

all the dialogues are covered 
with misspelling of men and women 

the tailors want to increase life 
cutting rightly the walking of clothes 

after the vanishing of collyrium
from the eyes 
there is not a single being 
in the relief-camps 

as far as the eyes can travel 
i can notice in the ear-lob of the village-boats
the water-colour of fire-flies 
twinkles 

then let an agreement be signed 
with the defence ministry 
on the right 
to enter into private bathroom 

5.
in the air 
on which flowers are engraved 
the union of the betel leaves are making their outposts 
anew 

before the calling of the next pine-woods 
you all the butterflies do take on board the tram 
to go to the south-pole 

is it well to incline so much 
towards the tv-screen 

who can say 
the waves of the terracotta 
would never make revolution 

i’ve sent some full-moons of winter 
and some water-bodies 
into the holes of the handkerchief 

the lacking of the colours 
may kindly be excused 

the birds that are blind from their birth 
has been singing till now 
the songs of the cave-civilisation 

there is no question any where
this eclipsed-valley is adorned 
with the answers only

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