round While I thought that everything is in rhythm and I was wondering if the world is music or noise, and I thought about how many words and rhythm was mute my stride in the leaves, and I thought, from a bush down the wind released a souvenir of the old sun, it goes like this:
a shadow land of mint ice
passes but my mother does not see me
two come here with me is silent
place three or four shakes for the foot race
five months of thorns
six rest stops gasp gasp crumpled
six is \u200b\u200bstill too early afternoon
know that I was expecting six seven eight nine ten
not you turn
ten clips
pigtails for my fingers to call the honey flies
knees red bruises war
eleven floors full of balconies
tamped earth under the shadow of an evergreen
twelve thirteen fear screams
steps as the sun burns
'ttordici and Patch and Patch and Patch
fifteen eighteen sediciassette
aspect aspect aspect aspect
are still seventy-end count
from here I see you face pencil
I'm leaving tomorrow
sea fish travel from here I see you taking down a grass
legs are jumping out of the wall is
is home to touch me touch you
nobody beats me
free all free all free all
nobody beats me no ...
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