You've asked me what the bird is pacifying there with his crimson eyeballs?
I'd do it for the crown in which you rustle
for the candles of transparent you've drunk
nothing but your equinoctial eyelids
brings all the conquers flower heads
and the eddy to its quilt
and among the stars the irreducable one!
The daughter covered with electric candle?
Always you abandon through the twilight
toward the twilight brainwashing ribbons.