With his golden ring urges the end of the earth
The groom, the plant again.
The gaping hole is
Rocks, roots, worms, hunger.
That man is me and my desire.
invisible nails, blistered fingers
arms full of hair and spider
In the background is up more land his elbow
More desire, more poetry.
The gap has earned his shoulder
hereby embedded.
man is close to the ground
Perpendicular and blind to it
The sun turns it, man not a tree
asemejársele plant that can not
The Man Without a freely articulated fingers into the earth.
was hurt, lost his fingernails, your fingers.
His blessed hand
no blood, no nothing, the man pulls his arm.
And again the man who digs.
Cafe pm by Freya Liv Quintana Cardona is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License .
Based on a work at cafedelatarde.blogspot.com .
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