Yesterday I smoked the placid lake

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . s a i l bo ats cr as hing

. a ll their little swarmings

threw them more tomorrow

I woke

I went

I drank

I went

I kept walking

I reached


I told myself


I came

I thought of you,

¡Oh!

¡You!

/ desperate delirium gushing / / / / / / / / / / / /

Julia Kristeva quotes Mayakovsky on his experience of rhythmic rapture:

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“Rhythm: “I walk along wordlessly interrupt

trimmed poetic work

. . siren raining . .

sun

“there is tornado”

my dress my head

Half way through the garden

harder

I pulled some of the broken ones one after the other

desire

the dangers of living

o

wanting/looking

Us Tomorrow

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