Such an inclination – not to value light and world. Of course, the albino stag steps through November, calamari are mostly smarter than cats and from another’s fingertip to the deeps
the sincerest scarab can reach. Of course, rain on the asphalt turns to mercury, mercury to a tear, a tear to a dream, a dream to a story of birds that over the body’s temperature cut all those spins,
and then peck your eyes and lips,
your in-breath and out-breath.
Translated by David Malcolm