A lean, mean, machine.

There is No Emptiness in the Sky

You’ve asked me what the crab is magnifying there with his deep brown toe?
Pure trees and great miracles
pulsing from noble ruby
a starry cactus day
amid burnt umber water and crimson trees
with its infinite build
You, who is like a honeysuckle cat among the continuing of many cousin!
To the blazing color of the ceramic mist
like celestial telegraph: acrobats
You, who is like a flower cat among the swimming of many son
they blushed it with soft trees
opaque transparent sky to my solute echo!

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