you didn't always applaud...

you didn't always applaud
the entrance and the exit of nature
the bust of your hat tenderly greets
the walnut of the closed doors
your voice wears shoes
your syrup loses consciousness
between the limits of your faces
the alga of the alms grows

green like the moss of lightning
mechanized cloud
dynamite-egg
never will the void be naked
the memory covers it with hue and cry

you are the subject of the fresh water
that falls asleep in the welkin valise
you are the inaction of the cold and perfidious kitchen
in which two children
soft as a diseased brain
fear all the peace of montpelier

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