Eric Bragg

 

 

 

I had a complete understanding
where the sun makes pleasure as an arrow.
Feed the breasts the nasty footsteps from the shaded citadel.
The milk of life of flying embryonism demands from the shoes the luminous
herds of jellyfish.
The postman soaks the melting tree where the cat was bent over the hump.

 

 

 

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