Chapter 52 Daydream

Daydream 1 after the atrocities of autumn Anesthetized by frost this November flattened on the wall overlapping shadows That's the process of petrification of bones you didn't come back pit in my throat turned into warm stone I act suspiciously new season parade knock on my window people who live in the bell run with a beating heart i look down on time don't have to turn around A year of darkness in the cup 2 blue soul released by music fluttering on a cigarette butt Cracks in doors and windows 1 apple ready to be cut -- there are no nuclei No seed of hostility grows

magnetic field away from the sun hair growing in a glass house like seaweed, avoid the real storm we are Children lost in the airport always want to cry in wide-screen turmoil nose that collects soot run into each other keep talking, it's me it's me me we 3 murmuring books lined up at three o'clock in the morning waiting for the rocket of heresy time is not sad We renounced the mountains, forests and lakes gather together why are we together a tin crow under the marble base the weld of eternal things won't break people wake up from sarcophagi sit with me

We took photos with the times during our lifetime hanging at the end of the long table 4 you didn't come back And that's what parting means a love trip sometimes like smoking Simple The basement is empty for you inner silver Daffodils bloom brilliantly in the dark you let all the bad weather angry, crying begging you to open the windows book pages open all the text scattered only one number left -- my seat number near the window The end of this train is you 5 sunflower hat missing Stone Sleek, Reliable keep the essence intact in places where no one lives the mountains become young

Evening bell doesn't need to explain anything Pythons evolve through molting -- rope knotted hang fish high A pool of stagnant water summons countless lightning bolts The stripes of the tiger and leopard gradually turn blue the sky has been swallowed historical silence Cliffs watching the river The child drifting down from the source the human child 6 i need square an empty square Put a bowl, a small spoon The lonely shadow of a kite man occupying the square says This is impossible caged bird needs a walk Sleepwalkers need anemic sunshine road crashes together need for equal dialogue

Human impulse compressed into Uranium, stored in a secure place in a small shop A bill, a razor A packet of highly toxic insecticide born 7 I was ten years old when I died The ball thrown into the air never fall to the ground you are the only witness ten years old i know then i boarded the train carrying bison Included on an expired bill of lading for people to read this morning A bird penetrates my open newspaper your face embedded in it an enduring passion Still flickering in the depths of your eyes i will always be in in the shadows you designed 8 how many years

how many tinder fugitives darken the sun and the moon The white horse unfolds its long bandages The stakes are driven into the coal seam oozing red blood The poisonous spider plucks its strings fell from the sky In the open, fireballs roll around how many years how many rivers dry up reveal the secret part It's an empty museum who is in it Who would think they are exhibits watched by invisible eyes Like a lake after it explodes A thousand-year-old bug that flies out 9 Finally one day fearless people of lies get out of the giant radio praise the disaster Doctor lifts up white sheet

standing on a sick tree and shouting: is freedom, freedom without immunity poisoned you 10 hands are panting Tassel is moaning Carved window lattice intertwined with each other Paper lanterns pass through the verandah extinguished at the end an arrow knocked on the door Tablets fall one after another -- Chain Reaction Nightmare descendants In the mouth of the majestic stone lion decayed teeth The garden that locked the spring only one tree left they gaffe after drinking dancing around the tree madness is an exception 11 Don't take your lust into autumn the autumn of the crippled

Autumn whistles loudly dry hands of a woman Skimming the sea without a drop of water sunset over the rocks is your lust burn me My heart is like a dry well Longing for the ocean keeps me away from the ocean To my beginning - you or your end - i We'll be lost in the fog call each other in different locations become useless signposts 12 The white robe floats there place that doesn't exist Heart like a pump convulsing in a summer night vent for no reason Evening dinner is over mountains scattered Mayfly writes poetry on water The Carol of the Horizon Intermittently

The shadow is not the history of a person put on or take off the mask flowers come into being Lies and sorrow are inseparable without a mask what's the point of all the clocks when the soul is in the rock only birds will recognize them 13 He pointed to the silver swamp and said there was a war A few smoking trees gallop across the horizon Soldiers and horses going underground Phosphorescent, day and night follow the general's armor And we follow Thoughts of stray bullets the fleeing free hide Heads of the fallen rising like the crescent moon over rustling bushes

speak like a prophet you are not survivors you have nowhere to go new ideas whizzing by hit the back of the times A drop of fly blood shocked me 14 I am doomed to sit on the shore on a white paper look forward to words like age spots Emergence, Order and Chaos The hive brews different passions ninety-nine red mountains rising, thin air Lichens spread unpredictably small, earthly Straightforward, steel supports power stones are dizzy It's a terrible thing after all Height, back of white paper Child's hands are playing shadow game The light source comes from two mating

electric eel 15 crouching in the crock of the night overflowing cool Water, that's the source of our love memories like scars my life is at your feet the flowing sand dunes gather in your hands become a dazzling diamond no bed, room too small for us to be apart The walls are as thin as cotton paper Countless mouths painted on the wall Whispered round you didn't come back The cup we sipped together shattered 16 The mine has long been abandoned its metal drawn into slender wires Owl is transparent Stomach and plexus skimming the night sky The paleontological alliance is broken The job of bonding fossils still going on, survive always a group adventure survival is always and spring going to war green track run over gloomy civilization the fountain that sprayed that mercury The metal head changes the landscape 17 centuries have passed day hasn't started yet cold air touches my hand ascending spiral staircase black and white, light Transition on the scale of the tile The Tranquility of a Jujube Tree man's throat matures Animals in the zoo merged into a book Steel Whip Flying throbbing colorful colors after a long time screaming A guide map leads me into The stars in the city are cunning and fierce like the core of something 18 i always follow that street lonely walk of will oh my city Glide on the ice of glass my city my story my faucet i grudge my parrot my get a balanced sleep girl who smells like poppies drifting past the supermarket people with jackknife expressions Drink the cold light of winter poetry, like a balcony tortured me mercilessly wall painted with soot always expected 19 when you turn around Granite cracked into fine quicksand you use an unfamiliar tone speak to the void, untrue like your smile Rooted in the bitter roots of yesterday is the lightning in the darkest place hit the nest of our imagination from the waterfall of quicksand We heard the music of crystal crashing a minor surgical operation On the snow where we dug flint sparrow paw prints a winter crazy wagon through the summer flames we are safe The beauty of the four seasons is printed on your clothes 20 Grazing is a statement of opinion fever swells the flock rising like balloons stuck in scorpio zodiac sign The heat blows off my roof within the four walls I watch the wordless sky culture is a symbiotic phenomenon including sheep value wolf principle nothing in the bell jar in our field of vision only one dry river a few straight strands of smoke ancient sages infinite loneliness catch their fish twenty one The cryptic pod has five eyes They don't want to see the day only listen in the dark a color is a child cry at birth clean white tablecloth the taste of death in the cup --The dull breath of the eulogy library Tradition is an aerial photo Mountains and rivers shrink into the texture of birch Always human, bowing to orders Preach, imitate, fight and their dignity Traveler looking for passion Walk through the desolate habitats of migratory birds plaster statue open window artist from behind smash them with tools twenty two muted trumpet suddenly cry loudly director of that great tragedy dying quietly two lions on pulleys still on track Running around Dawn paralyzes the streets Lots of addresses and names and thoughts Take shelter from the rain at night in the mailbox Duck din at the truck yard window yawns A lyso-scented morning The doctor on duty is filling out the death report. The great significance of the tragedy trivial details of everyday life twenty three There is a crack between day and night language suddenly becomes obsolete like the first snow those witnesses masked with black cloth surrounded you tightly You stick pine branches into the ground silently ignite them It was a memorial ceremony from the hills of death I am condescending Who are you What do you want to exchange with me? White crane unfolds a fluttering piece of paper it says your answer and i know nothing you didn't come back