Don’t fear the iron moon
said the orange broken inside me
don’t fear the darkening sun
the ruined coffins
the mother of rain without eyes
don’t fear the black wings
of birds
inside your head
while sleeping
and suddenly he began
to shake violently
and awoke
Look at how Isidore shines up there!
How with a rope he descends from a star
Meneláos the ill, they call him down here.
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