He
On a slop I’ve put
the soul …
L. A. Seneca
He has nothing
in the left,
but a fraction of
a nut.
And has no
other reflections.
And double voice.
He’s happy!
Let
the right one burn
(like Scevola).
To have
of the land
(of Fabricius).
And dry saliva –
for your face,
Old Wife.
Before
The Light
bends him.
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