Flour Flower

extinguish your bare hands
extinguish your bouquets

the chairs and the tables wear shoes and gloves of moss
the pyramids smoke cigars
the shirt of the shadow-bouquet
the shadows and their hands display divine bouquets on the ceiling and
  the floor of snow

the divine din of the snow
the pyramids of diamond
saw the shadows of the hands

a sky of blood spreads out beneath a ceiling that blushes like a wedding night
the hands are shadows of gloves they have diamond-navels

open the sky for the divine wedding of chairs and tables
spread out the nudity of the diamonds

the chairs and the tables are divine nudities they don't care about shirts that
  crash open and shut
the pyramids spread out since their wedding night like moss on the floor
the hands are bouquets of blood they flit through the lackluster sky and
  smoke cigars of snow

the blood of the diamonds
the shoes of the ceiling
the gloves of the floor
the moss of the sky
the pyramid of the bouquets

the night doesn't care about the sky it saws the ceiling in half
the sky doesn't care about the night it saws the floor in half

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