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A moment of wax comes about
When we are just summoned out And, of course, we never come back again. That’s about all of it. Then, As we already know, We’re beginning to flow In milky mists through a moat With rhomboidal dedecahedrons afloat Helter-skelter. Right at the centre Is the Word: not a doubt! With landscapes scrawled out And barefoot girls crossing the railway line In a direction crystalline. Afterwards, far away, Stealing between heat and decay Railwaymen with a chocolate veneer Or other sorts of of beings disappear, Among a host of pleasurable wires, Urged by commands and desires. And we’re standing aloof by the wash-bowl As we watch how they rinse up the new soul. -translated by Florin Bican
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