through the keyhole
the sea fog quietly
flows in
a spider's thread
dangles from the sky:
Dali's mustache
beyond the moon...
spring's echo returns
from afar
the dog Star:
Einstein's century
comes to an end
crossing the sea:
the poet's
blue summer hat
theologians:
spitting watermelon seeds
in unison
in a cut glass goblet
flowers made of glass---
waiting for spring
leaving the school
like an inky missprint:
a lone tadpole
seaside dunes
stretch from the woman's
black winter gloves
spring night---
to the other side of the mirror
I return to sleep
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