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Keats is dead, Byron is dead
Rimbaud is dead, Shelley is dead
Baudel is dead, Trakl is dead
Gateway to Genius Poets
One door is closed
Another fan
being hidden
One day two hands were stretched out
After examination by the chief medical officer of mankind
claim
A sickly one
One incomplete one
1. it
It sits in the night
How brilliant it is with your fingers
The sensitivity of the chest
w88 online casinoHow caring the wind is
Counting
Last year
And this year
’s fallen leaves
Everyone knows it during the day
But not
Come and ask about it
2. Give
Eat steamed buns for that one
The poet without tonsils
For the one who only uses the right side of his brain
The poet whose heart is still
For that person whose bones are filled with gossip
A poet who walks with dignity
Give it
Give it
Shen
silent
Three. To
The head of the unnamed bird has been severed in the treetop
A few feathers were soaked by the starlight rain
Standing on the neck of the treetop
It looks at the city in the distance
Started to shrink and finally disappeared from its sight
Its sightline is not wide
Ten ants, the body can live in it
The soul can only be on the face outside the eyes
Pick up the food you look at
The food you looked at was lonely and lingering
These ten mouths
Intoxicated by all the organs in my body
4. Wire
Human desires fade below the zero line
The pen and ink pass through the paper, the thinnest line is not suitable for lingering
A person is a card
First the mind, then the heart, then the soul
The body is extremely special
Those cancer cells
When people are born, they are always born in the wrong direction
They don’t understand the compass
My right brain discovery, genius
The epitaph of the masses. thread knot
5. I
My heart is still in nature
With a piece of green or a small body
My body admits the truth of the rumors
Long dead
And my soul has adapted
Order in the Dust
w88 sports bettingI am still writing poetry
How many me’s are there in the world
Looking at yourself in the mirror
Animals for a while, plants for a while
Never seen before
A while, and a while
My facial features are missing my mouth
6. return
The stretchable part of my body
Return all to nature
My lips, vagina, the joint between nails and flesh
Ears, nose, eyes, capillaries
And those ones
Return all to nature
The rest
People will save it well
Would even admit it
This is a stroke of genius
Seven. Enter
My right brain can’t reach it, my four little fingers can’t reach it
Those dust
Only talented poets can truly understand them
I can only be on the surface
Seeing those dust, moving heart
It is a kind of stillness in nature
Seeing these, I leave the dust
Like escaping from within
The tip of my nose cannot reach, my footprints cannot reach
My life
With eyes open and eyes closed
will not be able to achieve it
