gas to the lamp, did you remember,
asks the child
and blood to the fur
you gave me a lamp of silver
no, an ocean, it was
an ocean
the column of the back in water
the nail's power
unfolds
hair
the wounds and
the fur to the dog
glass to the bell jar
glass flax to
the pig flax in
the floor
it's not so easy,
I say,
to breed a face
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