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I look...

I LOOK AT THE SKY, CLOUDS CLOUDS
AND I SEE THE BIRDS FLYING SPRING IN THE EYES.

I SEE AT THE SEA, WETED BY WAVES
AND SHIP VYZHU PLYVUSHCHY PITCH DOWN.

I LOOK AT THE WIND RAPIDED BY THE HOUSES ON THE RIBBONS,
And I SEE WINDOWS PACKED WITH EYELAS.

I LOOK AT THE EARTH, WITH THE FACE OF ALLERGIC STAINS
And I SEE THE MAN WITH EMBRYON TREATED IN ITS HEAD.

I LOOK AT FIRE, FLAMING WITH FLAME LANGUAGES,
And I see a mote that has a blackened head.

I LOOK AT THE FIELD OF OWN-LINED RIGHTS
And I SEE A LONELY WOUND, FINGERING THE X-RAY SEMICON.

I LOOK AT THE CEMETERY WHICH THE STONES ARE STONED WITH STONES
And I SEE PEOPLE LAST CROSS FOR FAREWELLING LOUDSPEAKERS ...

"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go

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