Proposition

One in, go down the universe in the jade You are trembling your little finger Though as a novelist is of little finger Sprinkle the herbicide to the lobby A caught idea develops The words the old man of the Ferris wheel spoke A story of a long time ago Perhaps it was with Tagore Red spider lily that grows in the sunset glow The season stops in the amusement park Communion at the tennis court Meat sprouts Words of flowers The shoe sole is like thine Authority of the mouth The entity of Energia Time stops in the words of the universe