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Does the sun eat deer like caramels

bathed in cool red tears

does the hand gradually feel 

the taxfree galaxies of its joys

and advises lighthouses of onyx

you to fence while you grow

then I advise cradles under the eaves

and I advise hail and cellar shafts 

seal your freezers and freezers

I advise the midnight sun to take aim

and I advise the sun 

to new values ​​higher than we thought

and I advise the sea to open its trunk of amber

and I advise rows of planed retribution

to measure its recognition

and give the days back s-s-s-s-s-s-stammeringly.