Man Ray e Robert Desnoes (1928)
What corolla have you hidden your thumbs in?
Muzzle and handcuff love
you keep me from counting the days.
But the nights, there isn’t one you don’t speckle.
A tidal wave is washing the houses.
Right now they’re blue.
Mountain ridges where memory is cut in two;
each side going limp
spattering my eyes with orange.
God’s name is a well-polished copper plate
on the gate of heaven,
but wipe your hands before praying.
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