softly they transit
the vehicles
how much happens
seems crowned in haze
white sponge out of time
me
sunk in its own cloud
I glimpse the future
whispering trees watch
behind a cone of shadows
detained between fences
birds of the air chirp
around everything floats
and the dock passed your walk
in demand of attention
circling me to warn that there is
a house
kindred beings
table to fill
but i don't intervene
Well I orbit now
the exquisite dimension
of not-being
maybe tomorrow I will find
the legs that are absent today
they prevent me from walking