Don't box down to the little box
Which supposedly contains everything
Your star and all other stars
...
Don't open the little box
Heaven's hat will fall out of her
Don't close her for any reason
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Just come to my mind
My thoughts will scratch out your face
Just come into my sight
...
From the wrinkle between my brows
You watch till day breaks
On my face
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Get out of my walled infinity
Of the star circle round my heart
Of my mouthful of sun
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Enough chattering violets enough sweet trash
I won't hear anything know anything
Enough enough of all
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The little box gets her first teeth
And her little length
Little width little emptiness
And all the rest she has
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Green gloves rustle
On the avenue's branches
The evening carries us under its arm
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The nights are running out of darkness
Steel branches grasp
The arms of passers-by
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We'll return the little box
Into the arms
Of her inconspicuously honest properties
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