A little
water
falls.

Is hunger
only automatic
appetite?

The ancient customs of a gracious people

Listen to the window be
Cause you can see through it

Orange suns chain across the sky

Sound a brake followed nothing it’s flower withers between ninety-two cobblestones.

the glance is filtered in the plaited reflection of glass buildings

That is why uprooted fields meandered in the midst of roads

Nothing is left but the pyramids.
How heavy the stones of the pyramids are!

I cannot tell you when, where
in what city or time
I saw this crime.