Sprouts

The light casts pearls into a garden
of lovely slender sprouts.
Pearly games.
Long live pearls!

Live svelte columns.
Cadence of stalks.
The shade and the stalk mingle.
At this point they leave the dream
and grow into the blue like swords.

It is a life of infinite instants.
From each sprout a hand crops up
and on each hand five green thumbs crop up.
Their mouths open among the memories of breaths
enveloped in a veil of vegetal stars.
Bone sockets foam and sip.

Lacework of veins.
Adam's fragrance.
Furious stalks scatter
like lightning in an immense depth of flesh.
Upper limbs rise up and leave the trunk.
Masses of fine and slender filaments,
finally fine consonants,
leave their sheaths of fragrant moon.

Well-grown tortoise-shell fans
swing not far from a shimmer of pearls.

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