I draw more precisely than any eye
hammered pictures
(a sea of rings, a sea of algae, sea animals)
as deep as a telescope
resistance, navigation, wind machines
my one gaze killed the sea
memory, silence
shiny birds on ice (ice, shiny birds)
when I entered the path of that
once distant body
entrance control
time
the scenes in which you come out into the yard and go back to your room
your eyes completely green
(as if someone will be found)
through the curtains the dusk falls and the radio is heard
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