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24SS POIS(S)ON NIGHTMARE

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or face to face with the unspeaking surface of ghostly ebony whose very hardness reflects, as if within a dream, the whiteness of spectral marble or a spectral rose.

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but faced with specular water, mirroring the other blue within its bottomless sky, incised at times by the illusory flight of inverted birds, or troubled by a ripple

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24SS POIS(S)ON NIGHTMARE

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I have been horrified before all mirrors not just before the impenetrable glass, the end and the beginning of that space, inhabited by nothing but reflections

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commun_s 24SS POIS(S)ON NIGHTMARE

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I have been horrified before all mirrors not just before the impenetrable glass, the end and the beginning of that space, inhabited by nothing but reflections

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23FW EASTERN POETRY

XVIII.

All is set
For the peasant feast
Bowls of Flowers
Ribbons in the hair
Of the shepherdesses

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23FW EASTERN POETRY

XVII.

Dance and sing
For the endless feast
For the future harvest
For the grace of the Winds

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23FW EASTERN POETRY

XVI.

The armours
Woven by spiders
Silver threads will melt
At sunrise

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23FW EASTERN POETRY

XV.

Winter Birds
Rains and thunders My hair becomes
A white cloud

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23FW EASTERN POETRY

XIV.

The Shadow, the old Coat Collar faded and buttons lost,
Memories flow
In the mirror

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23FW EASTERN POETRY

XIII.

Village Poet
Is a lazy man
He stays all day
In his wooden bed Dreaming of summer days

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23FW EASTERN POETRY

XII.

They say
He has the Magic boots
He found them near the roots Of ancient oak
That’s scorched by thunderstorm Three years ago

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