unknown for everyone as difficult
matter
the word that comes to me:
a lord,
violent,
shady
but inhabited
in flat biting
cingulum tough body
dry-hair
over a beautiful broken face
unknown for everyone
a wagon for a wagon
always in the fog,
cottony, all day long
looked like he was sleeping
considered it all with formidable finds
the child cuspids battered
often prisoned
tough dry-hair
raised out by mother
time immemorial
stories of histories
in the bistro spilling
conversion
the preacher preached,
life on the screen
on the street
without any distinction
a lord,
a violent sir
head shady
but inhabited
