when lies become one of subsistence conditions
who can take on the pure truth
the profligate who accomplished nothing has begun to be humpbacked
he read Mass by his-look-caricatures-eyes
a hen that just lay an egg drys up her silence
smiles showing all teeth
eulogizes life's joy
my flesh is a tree blooming spring flowers
overloads with love
the statuary gave me a cold stare
i shook with fear, experienced this delight
black clouds are rising, lightnings are flashing
the wilderness frees its unrestricted instinct
the truth is only a little bit
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