cherry tree, namely it is born
and builds and as for the brush and the minimum finger
for the uniform sky of white of the painter Hari
who is pulled by droning pain into its cool, cool
smoothness and, frictionless your head
like isolated glass.
purple flower: the craving which exceeds
the end of love. When the prism in you twists
the light/write from color, you
twist in pain something and therefore
some name because of unknown colours
we cannot see simultaneously.
tongue of meandering root:
the alchemy teacher of wood tastes the earth,
drinks with the bitter earth, to me
your feelings fascinate, makes this
darkest element, song of sorrow and luster
deform from useless breath.