naked

 

 

 

 

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not allowed

to even be,

i ride through forests, child

of trees, my first steps

halting,

treading on dead

leaf and seed.

 

have you,

do you see me riding,

even hear my horse’s echos,

strong dark root

of kock and seed. you laugh

and slice me,

pale knife.

 

have you heard

it? peasant

tale of naked youth,

a tree, the smell of horse,

the sense of oddity? peasants

hide behind dead trees.

 

i ride

to the land of mirror —

i need to reach you,

stretch out

langor, shall i touch

you? green leaf vigor —

beauty of this city.

 

naked youths

ride

hand on hand, glass

gaze,

i wonder

if you know

my name?

they sing

of fire stretched out

of water

memory of trees.

 

12.07.03

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