From The Cloud Pump

laughing animals foam out of iron pots the cloud rollers drive the animals out of their kernels and stones in horseshoes rise up from old stones stones quiet as a mouse trotting through the branches and fishbones of trees pierce the snowballs on chairs kings gallop in the mountains and preach the december horn lower the straw bridges mail iron letters that are noiseless and easily heard in the ice-bottle the turtledoves freeze.

in january graphite snows into the goat's skin in february the bouquet of chalk-white light and white stars appears in march the dstroying angel is in heat and the tiles and butterflies flutter by and the stars rock in their rings and the catchwind flowers rattle their chains and the princesses sing in their fog pots who chases on little fingers and wings the morning winds.

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