Some Fallen-Leaves Regarding Longevity 4 - 5

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