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Plant what you can but not your pen growing words
Although it is so alike to vine scions
Colleague, go and plant seedlings, do plant seedlings
Not just one or two of them to commemorate the perpendicular and yourself
Let all the sound-minded people of the planet
One by one, go and plant seedlings, I say
And once again, yes, once again, have the whole earth covered
In wild flora and fauna like it used to be on the first day of its creation. This is progress
This is not regress. The Garden of Eden can once again descend from Heavens
Sacred Eva no longer bites ‘the forbidden apple’
But the worm of the ‘coded apple’ – no, not the code key
The worm that became an empire of weapons in the course of history
To shoot complete souls and tattered souls
For example, the worm became wooden arrows
The worm became stone knives and hayforks
The worm became bronze hooks and iron axes
The worm became steel swords and cannon shells
The worm became rifle bullets and rope knots
The worm became clutches stabbing throats, and nuclear warhead rockets
Besides the worm rather than the dirt did rot every Prophet’s corpse
If forestry is possible in our ‘earthly universe’
I am Gulliver travelling to distant lands
Jonathan Swift holds the copyright for the book, but not for the character
O forestry in the ‘earthly universe,’ justice may come with delay
Justice has always come with delay, but hope never tarries a moment
The eyes show the hope that forestry will resurrect
The eyes of the people fallen in love with the world
And just a single tiny detail of them suffices. But what about the eyes of animals, of birds
Of plants, and of other living creatures?
A letter of chromosomes is the look of these eyes
Fallen in love with the world, yes, it is a letter of chromosomes
Passing from one emotion to the other, the opposite one
What a miracle! 46 chromosomes live in a single cell
23 coming from your mother, 23 coming from your father
I protest, dreaming of forestry, I protest
All of you, old and young, join me in the protest
I also invite President Bortolazzi and ‘230,000
Poets and writers of the World Union of Poets residents
In the states of the planet’ to join me in the protest
From now on
Let this letter of the light of the eyes fallen in love with the world
No more, never more, be used to wrap up candies of impulses
Of desire
In blind love
In empty love
In fulfilled love
In romantic love
In conjugal love
In virtual love
In dreamt love
In perfect love
In love devoid of love
With its instincts, those lab white mice
Let this letter ‘SPIRITUM’ become a law forcing
Pharmaceutical industries
To write down the medication descriptions.