Dan Enache Poet Free verse

Summary calendar from mimicked leaves yellow excuses dead alive unceasing

Summary calendar from mimicked leaves yellow excuses dead alive unceasing,
The fogs all of loves' fate from a wasteland of living dead blue-gray collapsed,
With crows white parrot colorful the moments from palms like sand of time elapsed,
On your neck's mane an I a he a green dove that flies buried releasing.
That left behind in heavens this inept planet wise with meadows of kind,
Leaving you those who will understand like stars drowned in luminous mud,
A two a you plural like the madman from us whole torn who painted yesterday icons,
Fine ladies on empty bottles of champagne full and comets from cosmic terrestrial sand.
Nudes faceless with hidden faces replacing any withered absent leaf present,
Of eyelids unique eye inexistent that sees blindness with a debauched muse chaste,
The mimicked real leaves fall climbing toward the sky of earth where death revives,
The yellow green excuses of eternal ephemeral autumn extinguish lighting forever.
The white fogs all of loves unfulfilled fulfilled in void full empty,
The wasteland of living dead with green oases growing in desert full of sterile life,
Crows white black parrots silent speaking in colors mute noisy multicolored,
The moments from palms escape caught in fingers open clenched of time arrested.
On the mane of your neck without mane an I stranger familiar a he unknown intimate,
A green dove red with blood that left remaining in the subterranean heavens,
The planet inept savant with meadows of kind ordinary extraordinary of sterile grass,
Leaving us stars drowned floating in the transparent mud of infinity bounded.
A two alone a you plural I like the madman healthy from us absent present,
Who painted yesterday tomorrow icons destroyed preserved fine ladies holy profane on bottles,
Empty full of champagne of tears and comets from stellar sand cosmic terrestrial,
Nudes dressed faceless with all the faces replacing the leaf withered fresh.
Of eyelids open closed unique eye inexistent real that sees unseeing seeing,
With a debauched muse chaste modest that inspires the empty full of absurd logical serene,
The summary detailed calendar from false true leaves counts our immortal days,
In the wasteland full of living dead where we all are the drowned stars shining in mud.

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