Creation the gull, shrieked like it was on fire.
The bird´s cry was birth and death.
Somewhere between me and heaven,
my fantasies breathed.
How would heaven give me every desire
when every desire be so short and banal,
so devoid of longevity the most notable factor
in an eternal paradise.
The gull shrieked and birth and germination rang out.
Inspiration grew yet death was not prevented from
filling it´s greedy hand.
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