fingers – into the puncture mark. and move
Downward (feeling like it's stroking
Cortical roughness).
the tree is contractual and grows on a plateau,
under which the network of channels extends
the slippers, which lead from substance to blast,
After chaotic shortcuts. Ambitively there: a little
with a scream, somewhat below audible tone
(How many meanings you can read in this, honey!
And in each you will be able to lose yourself!).
The trunks light and become blind
A driller. fingers – inside the tongue,
Let him rotation in a roll!
– I make a childishly offensive grimace towards
anyone who wants to end meandering,
The roads ran only straight.
