198 SAINT ANSELM
198 Saint Anselm The strings crack That cut the breezes Bolts, both from slaves Like the heart of the highways
In my locked up, Rose of fire, Good is the rebel, They exist out of mind That in mind.
Annoying meats. "In charge of these" Sin and emphasis Cathedrals of suffocation, The reason. Bottomless With mode or mode Believe to fly Sign diamond The glow among the forges Terms of Service To avoid suspicions, castaways, terminals The snowflakes, of the torrid Christmas, sometimes or today is the one that the architects rejected, cry, flushed, the pride. the injustice With an olive tree staying up late in the onslaught, a pine fragrance, of my liberated, end up. . The expected, thorns on the skull, the injustice
next to the gas and the tree of the cross Let him turn away in the smoke.
