remain...those that can respond in kind...in terrible exquisitrysts...
....a lofted languor...
pre-empting criterionated blufahfah..
....cordial enough, the left-overs......the breed-stems....the quickening fauvelets.....
.the mansions have been boarded up.....a delicacy of twine holds...for lack of nails.....
it's a colder day for loosing the purple.......the improbable.....
there was something almost painfully sweet about it.....and it was art...forward and back.....and it knew it...and it told you so.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem