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Mount Peng

It is still a long way to Mount Peng
Dreams walk on the ground, beneath clusters of windows
they flee

Huge volumes of refugees surge onto Mount Peng. In late autumn
blue-colored birds are hunted
mounted on sheet iron
on a section of trunk taken from a sapling
a – its two young footprint
have left imprints on his chest – and
a length of flame as swift as a foal

Blue-colored bird, its feathers are the first to die
and then its two eyes and then its speech

From a chilly ferry, Mount Peng
is not far
People intent on their journeys take over every
winter nest. So goes
the dream. Dreaming that the blue-colored bird
spreads its wings and flies away from the woods and even looks back
and speaks to the dream

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