The rapid flow of light, the raven's huge wings
swallowed the last bit of golden yellow
, the strange fish, what is it, steaming hot,
tumbling across the tidal shore
I stood in front of my grandfather's chair and
my father leisurely put the last one It
's the remnants of his whole world, the
hollowed belly gently sewn together,
maybe she's his long lost lover,
like a piece of frozen meat just thawed,
just boiled in water again,
her round buttocks lying on the meat case
Beaten repeatedly by the deliveryman
She yelled for you, it's my father's name The
last time I saw my mother in the flames
Red hair, burnt toes
Hiding in the soft wrinkles of the old fireplace
Each finger is another
The moaning self, what will I meet The
youthful lipstick is smeared again and again
The strange fish that is steaming hot tomorrow
Swim in the fields of sparkling sparks Run wild
with you mile after mile The
sunset is about to sink The sea
I think of the tears on steel and carrion I think
of the pristine country in the arms of strangers O my lifeless
love, a broken light
How silent before your mutilated front teeth
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