Madam
Sir
I slipped
Madam
Sir
I slipped
They announce a summer
Of water bombers
Of skies ablaze with water bombers
Madam
Sir
I slipped
Madam
Sir
I slipped
In the Sioux diagonal
In the mud
In the godlike demeanor of owls
In the white rose of Corfu
In the marine tomb of Portbou
I slipped
In the bone music of the under
In a hole
In a hot slope no matter where
In the noise of a cough
In the angel mouth of a wolf
I slipped
In the freshness of dawn at my neck
End to end
End to end End to end
I slipped
I have no more peace of pay of country Give me bread
Donate it to me
Madam
Sir
I stood up
In the marine tomb of Portbou
In the white rose of Corfu
End of dirty sand
End of shards
End of my animal hunger
End of cursing the seasons
Madam Sir
I stood up
They announce a summer of water bombers

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