1.
the still air cools down
breathing heavily
the window is a vessel
holding the evening
what calls out
forgets
counting the numbers
one after
the crowd jeers for the unnamable
lying upside down
thought seems impenetrable
throat remembers the irony
and decides to quit
2.
an insect traverses the wall
speaking about looking
eye watches the lips
and lips speak to the eye
the hand holding the time
shivers
feet land on the surface
remorsefully
she proclaims that the inept silence
has got nothing to do with
hope
face hiding behind the wall
opaqueness sticks to the skin
the arms superfluous
hang by the sides
3.
It begins gradually
the choking
of chest
it rise from the feet
the gaze
tries to disentangle itself
ribs
like antlers
the altar on which
it was sacrificed
still reeks of indifference
the smell of touch
leads him to her nonexistence
he abandons himself
and tries to hold on to the
disenchantment
4.
the sweating forehead
touches the wall
and leaves a trail behind
space on the window sill
unable to accommodate
the presence questions itself
a ball
rolling down the stairs
snatches a moment
the knee
is a discourse
waiting to be touched
a sensation
leaves the body
crawls across the room
climbs the wall
and suspends itself
from the roof
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