Breath

Mock-up chimeras with glassy lips
and mottled dress-trains
slowly slide past the façades of dead humps
wearing asphalt wigs.

The toppled landmarks of paradise
lie among the clouds of ash.

Butterflies of white frost
fall into a hearth of ice.
At the foot of the velvet cascade
embroidered with primordial stars
children wait for the coolness of dawn.
An ebony arrow
beds itself in the ground of the serene sky.

A crystal-sounding sky
displays its whirlwinds of light
on the colorless world of death.
Beauty with a wide invincible breastplate
and glistening limbs
alights before the absurdity of the void.
And a flood of divine light
dashes through the immensity of a breath.

The earth rolls, trundled away by incandescent forces.
Waves of fire and of water plash and leap
along the earth and the sea.
Swarms of enraged flames
dash upon the quick and the dead.
Desperately living life twists, climbs up
the shell formed by a blue sky,
a blue sea,
and a yellow earth.

Leaning back against a monument of flaccid and sticky objects
a sordid and theatrical sorceress
offers some sort of little devil's tail
to ferret out the golden nest
that contains the blazing eggs of happiness.

Fruits have a free-for-all.
They howl like a thousand organs.

The sail of the sky billows and bellies.
Heading toward infinity,
the universe sails like a ship.
The wefts of the sun blaze
on the sea of immensity.

A mane of darkness shakes
in the diurnal night.

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