Storm away, waterfall, storm away.
To rub in one's veins and the movie.
Storm away, waterfall, storm away.
The flesh flows. Staccato flesh.
The hour light. Goethe light.
Her and white stockings.
It's inescapable. Wildly.
The dots on the doge's head.
The central little cats.
The dots on the doge's head.
The central little cats.
To insert the ore in the birch's shrine.
Here the house breathes and sleeps.
It listens to the apex.
Translated from the Slovenian by Michael Thomas Taren and the author.
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