NON-

                1.  [you pull apart the green until the last Eucharist and a few minutes]

                began to collapse all trees older than a birthday

                be heard    open windows and people by freeing them

             people and doors running     the fear of hearing

             of a deluxe Miss and a dog with barks halting

             and in the end of confession

             barely it was heard this poem and your name

             self-undressing

             in it

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2.  [it was morning in my body]

             and the cold could be heard far away

      sometimes

      when no one jail reading   me

       when no one red touch     me

                I heard myself in Word

              even name

              only one word less

              for fear

3.  [Let  step in  empty the skin  of the city]

               to run us in brains these mental

hospitals

and burials from a young hand

where rising has swollen veins

and you snatch from my

shoulder the taste

unrestrained streams butterfly

until finally

        line of walls

              my hands are blind in your

              kneading

              forced prison to beg

              mercy to the living

              and young lady strolling

              through    bites

              blocks

              asks from corner to corner

              In what clear season we could

              rummage

                      the future?

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4. parallel of scream

people that run above the skin have learned their diurnity by heart

and the certainty of cold buried in the most sincere cheek

as  sleep piled between words

freshly picked from a Crucifixion

I have not encountered any donor of death willing to photograph his scream

no one lover who can give me my birth every night

ballerina who was born eleven men honest

it was hidden in my blood as in a hotel room

sometimes she bite  my feet the bad roads

and I looked at  her with greed carried until blindness

how she was trying to escape from the contour of everyone men

who had  become ill of her thighs

early morning I support the air do not collapse

under birds weight

I'm looking for my hands lost in other hands

thinking about the end of your cheek color

and I released at the end of the book

remains

of a uninhabited ballerina

my name is 2

5.

Day 14

to my dear corner

was a time that  I liked to sleep in church

built between two women

with old hands

from middle teeth like attics

crying statues in sparrows

the rest eyes bitten of  heights

for this reason I agreed priority

the first ten meters

typewritten death

until taming

(C) Daniel Dăian

translated by Daniela Voicu