THE TEETH

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black teeth
of what? – A saw?
Black summits of a
                                  mountain range:

Which one?
Which trail, but only
into white
light shed 
by color sprayed onto
the canvas

transforms itself into a
            seascape's illusionary sight
by the mere presence
of  tones that
mark the sea

illusion of a sky

okay
but it appears as light
                    not reproduction
of cloud shapes...

the rosy lips
so vast
the great gap
in that flesh

so near the heart
the center
                 of the image 

advance
between the blackish arrows
which, so black

are rhythmically shot
into the fiery red 

cruel
the silvery green 
                    and torn
the surface that's so thin
a haze, and soft 
                             accumulation
of energy
                   compressed
the paintbrush's strokes repeat
                    caresses
                                   of the hand 
                                                      that leads 

                  of what it does, it does not know 
 

         2
I see glass
there is no pane at all
and yet, I fall 
into the image

withdraw from
wide expanses
of such light-filled blues
from very yellow yellow
within light-filled blue
from traces, too, of violet
            as red as that bed's frame
                                                      that rusts
                   from green azure

                              the current – 
                                      flowing rhythm
                            CUT, then

                           But when?
                         While then, the rectangle
                                    was there
                                 the blue line, swear it!,  that enclosed
                             the wound – 

                         Saw the blue feather,
                                how it wd intrude

                             into the flesh...

                             Dripping, beetles, brown or red
                              where sucking in /  the juicy fullness
                                                    of a life
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
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