Poem.
A pole ice
a desert
rotations
Thaw
frost
between heat and cold
dance hourglass
and dancer
a schizophrenic
are
dead and alive
Devil and God
I have a memory oligofrenie
I remember my first
cry and the last
hear the drums beating in the temples
s see belly dancing
over ice
a schizophrenic are
a pol ice
and a desert
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