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if the sinking-of-boat …ice-cream by name 
be deducted from the swept-off-in-flood … by name roll no 31 
then would the wings of the comics 
cease to exist 

what says the uninterrupted sound of water-falling 
from the stomach of the moon
 
what writes the pus and blood 
what writes the fuming-hot rice 

the creepers and the herbs grow continuously 
in the insomniac bath-tub 

the sounds of the horse-hoof floated by the river 
used to change the velocity of its clothes 
both in the morning and evening 

the birds from the cornice go to school 
by dip-swimming 

it may come one day when the fishes 
become very angry and in the tale of the sweet-meat 
the potter will destroy the jointly-built bee-hive 

then all hurricane would be habituated to dinner 
sans saliva 

then there would be no such morning-walk 
in the body of the trees
from which such a bore could be found out
through which an elderly saral may fly 
into the blue translation of a squirrel
 
the magnetic field of the orange-pulp 
and the productivity of the open window
reside in the same locality 

if their frequency be touched   

then the the antenna of the mermaids 
speared with sleeping-oil 
may be injured

by burnings their eyes 
the crow-birds knocks at
in the soap-foams 
produced by the afternoon 
 
the pond with a jumping deer 
wants to make bite  

it is not known by this way
when a white hyphen 
sticks to the palate of the shirt 

now put off all the whispers 
and let it be talked on the will-paper of the bees 

why the pages from the honourable ash-trays 
be excluded 

those bunch of waters 
that come out from the churning of the anises 
and the jumps born of their semen
also make friends with the group-photos 

now let this other night sends its best wishes 
to the future candles 
through a cell-phone

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