My claws are in my eyeprints today.
It’s night.
They flow into multicoloured virtue.
Like bees on flowers.
To suck
To caress
To wipe off petal drain of honey.

Won’t you ask the trunk
Where drops of frost went?

Ether of contradiction poetry
falls into three wind leaf vibration
in the evening of kangoroo songs
when joeys are kicking wholes

Mid season

Air is fire and chalk
and coal

Coal breats out pink fingers tonight

Ether contradiction poetry
Oxides above tree trunks

They give nourishment atoms
to the eyesights of bees
and helicopters.

I am a porcelain plate
in palms of Dracula's
conversation with Devil.

He leads conversation
with the grammar of the Moon
when sun is touching
last rays of spring.

Ether of contradiction poetry
feeds birds' beaks
during the night

A poem sway
in the rythm of vicious evening
Raindrops
And

I step into
Above Earth.

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Vibrations in clouds are like
Mist in finches claws

Colourful rainbow of dark spirits
Rising like buds of paper flowers

From sea to the ocean
From ocean to the ground
From ground to the mountains
From mountains to the sky
From sky to the sun

And then we turn on the rackets

Only

For our perception to experience
With our senses

On what is below
Us.