II - Before Dawn

When the flowers submerged deep into being which exists in dried up hairs of head brought about the praise of light for us with noisy crowds
To the houses of daughters who have had various spores on their bodies
Footsteps of young workers who make an offer for help

Several feelings of touch by Gods in heaven that approve such everything
In short pigs love a tree
Praise songs for Christmas whips these badlyAnd again the skins of our hands fell into beingI tried to laugh at

With some reason or other it seems to look white for me
Women's bosoms laughing at the light
In front of me, without time to breatheCats go up

In sequence a car begins to move
When the donkies that feed smoke and live in the mist on the road with harsh trees as if they are dried ink in the pen
Because that brought the biggest relish for me, in consequence women eat worms in their houses

It's like an odour under the armpit
Then the lights in the houses are put offThe reason black colour makes yellow colour be conspicuous is
Seems a cobra beside the hedge is licking my handsTrees are green

Why here is a road before a railway station
People take such as these living feet to the towerIt's easy though of women to be pregnant in the book's numerous pages
Being unable to recover from tirednessWhen I drank up...

When I drank up the canned mineral there soon I find the shape that has been openning the universe
Iron chains build the gate a bunch of angels are come off their wings
Along with me are an eye of a woman and the piece of her legs bully me
Were I not told I know
For iron to start eating from papers a bunch of leathers are destroying a scale a footstep in Amazon is always the first

The bullets from the helicopter
Always I pretend to see them when I eat clams
Dream of rhino in the water of the river that bears fatigue starts giving off the light soonWhen I know their eyes I dance and break their corns
That the breathing of Hercules spreads a piece of papers from the darkness of the universe from ancient times to now
It means adversary by the Devil against God the sound of typewriter my eyes that imagine from various forms of women tomorrow

Soon the morning comes
Spin makes the use of colour pencils the drops of the eyes flow never forgive it
The world of geology is closed women's eyes opened the everything adorned the eyes seems to know in their feet

But the day I saw armadilo in my dream
It seems I am about to know the lactose like camels that means a woman
So it seems as if it were like a magic
Inquery bears various naughty deeds
Dandy murmering seems to have the road that want the slope
The grasp of story makes the development of mountains easier, the pond that see it has been losing its water
A flock of birds turn around and go to the east in sequence
I don't know from when but seem unable to tell
Yet then since Jona in rivers uses the pet
It is noxious of me the feeling of delight the mistery bears
The woman said so these few days
Because she opened her eyes in her hairstyle -ponytail
Seems I am here and a bike keeps on running why not enjoy days of running across the hell
Yet, certainly because the bossom of that woman is a cry of animals
Though it's fine story I suck though my mouth the eye of figs it sucks though I grip
It is interesting that is better than the ones of a woman whose head is big and no contents
The man saying so in the rice fields
Seems trying to catch and kill eels
Just in time the fighter planes go around
Seems to cut a head in sequence is namely as follows
Since no meal tomorrow on the matt because I found the evening the moon appears in simply mountains
I come to look for a bunch of these men uneasy to know we have to watch again
over the tent a flock of sheep seeking for water in river
It seems they come somewhere they ask where the face of big man of birds flying over the sky
The fact that the face may fly
is similar to the fact that it is useless for you to try to stop for nothing to stick

Such these are
because the shooting stars like bullets in the bulls in a ranch
I wonder why I seem to start learning the fellows that inspire

Even though I am looking down our school building thus
A woman's legs a little bit distinguished flying in my big sky
Seems between mountains in the left and rivers in the right my way to live can be found
The preys I aimed at here running away more
My rifle is not like that
Because the footsteps of a woman I saw in the snowfall of Himalayas presumes
It is not permissable
Anyway flowers
Are looking down the skies spectacularly, so it is no way for me to try to compare such various events with a good night sleep of virgins
The pen's needle that run on the figure board
Is the same as to be vacant of windmills even the clock can't see so
Since it is not applicable to me, anyone that knows the secret of girls is similar to the mountain clibming party in search of Sascatch primates that always see mists in the wind dare not try to run a risk, that's me
Then a cry in the blood comes out of the arms in my right leg start opearating slowly
Or the height limit of bridge of friends that drops day and night had sufferred me

Being reevaluate me soon in the day
I feel so mysterious as the cutting edge of handkerchief appears to be painted in blood
By the way as I know it
Since nothing other than a woman in front of a mirror seems to be conscious of me so beautifully

In the moment I know the face of men that got wet housewives in nude on the shinning pacific ocean performed
Things reached in these stages the battle makes platoons in Guadalcanal scattered

Glasses are broken
Seems men in suits
Are attempting to strungle schools through always passing the narrow path along the stream
I was unable to see it the fear, since I like the girls first of all
To hear it is necessary to smell the blood of bossoms of cradles for a woman to walk makes dirty the staircase

Though it's incredibly good feeling
I declare I don't know I pull out of the one I stick soon
Mistresses that are told I am sleeping with a very good feeling from the unexpected places are happy

Because the movement of pen that draws this time from the long animal's life is the length of a neck of swan that gives a woman happiness
This I am afraid to have the days autumn's evening dusk that is not thought to be extraordinarily unusual of me to have snowfall is splendid

Summer days though I'm afaid it is my weakness

Erase ink stop killing
Evening dusk is the sunset in the morning that draws on the water
Irons kick out of stones
Future makes this time
Since astronomy is open
It is summer evening dusk of flying days

Even though I've got to be accused of what I was unaware to have done
Victims dyed foeigners in black
Black sunset is not allowed to be limited there
And I try licking the hands

In various
evening sunset my head is vacant

Yet I go
I don't think it's a curse reality
As if birds are pricking on the verge of waters
I keep secret on what I ever did
I must go in order to leave
It is more that those
Because dead corpse is said to be dirty
As I sought for vivid woman bodies

Then few days passed
Mid-winter days that appears the days which do not have to hold my palpitation

Summer sunset I go in time of sunrise
That means 'approval'
I hear the sound of clear stream that says go as it is
From the foot of that mountain
We were supposed to have seen the figure of towns
I've got to give up this winter days
Banish summer
On the burning woman's bodies
Since I was about to know extraordinary things

Since everything such these are the concerto on the water I was totally unable to catch up with
It is as good as hotels since it seems to know the collapse it comes to clear by using detergent

In the storm one ship go sailing
A mouse dies
I wonder he knew this day
I would rather like a small insect
I saw the avenue in the bathtub

I passed half of this day
I am here not knowing I always stand in front of us

Sep/20/1980