...Then I saw you descending by the stairways of the sea, deep down towards the subAtlantic forest.
...Then I saw you running evanescent among the trees, homestall of the winged skulls.
And you could be anything you wanted there: topaz, or mirror of your eyes.
There; in the jardín: submarine nylon...
A mental frequency modulation kept your pressurized forest warm and safe, like the cellars of Madrid in winter.
...And you could be anything there: orgasm or myself...
And the mandrake root: penis or land escape/seraph or dominatrix
Then I saw you under this sun-horloge []
When a 1975's day started to grow, solar and tall in the morning...
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