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My warm glowing heart, the face that rests; they are those words, this passage, striking, crucial if dreaming human dreams: explicit event, without announcing – wrapped in the fabric of bridges, the language of projection, sphere of points – lapses into nightmare, an encounter with light, the perception of textures: coincidental, intimate, the sleeping product.

Clear, bright sounds can be heard in the kitchen.

Fear the dreamer in daytime, repressed – their emotions, bizarre objects altered by bizarreness, camouflaged matter, distorted discernment. Ancient vision, strike weak, absent persona. Deep images are loaded with symbols, dehumanized by distortion. Mineral domain animated, ominous – incompatible moods, brown eyes.

The oil lamp stresses blood by increasing the weight of artificial limbs to suppress a replica: limited, rigid, curious, grotesque, peculiar, disguised. A twofold spectacle becomes a clown. The church arranges a bath before the fire.

Nature changes, is flashy, sensuous, a soft chorus, a flame glowing like a black walnut, both dead and alive. Subordinated structures come to life, a rosin yellow between the black cracks: the night winds, whispering against children, molded into lips, faces – and above this, the winds sing of a soft face that fits in the tree-tops. Shadows of the sun, gold-glowing gray dust form first steps in light, replaced with singing.

The hen’s death is impressive, innocuous bait. The nervous key is amused by shouting through the window, seemingly half-burned, heavy with passion, ridiculous with prostitutes, never puzzled by knees. The night totters, and finally sleeps.
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