121

it wasn't
a fall
it was a spontaneous dive
into the stream
colored scarlet

120

the code from
the dash of waves
has left
at the moment of
three lines

119

in the midst of frenzy
fluid sensation
anesthetizes reason
absolute freedom
from solidity

118

word by word
traced the long song
yet
life is short
and the night lasts

117

inflated dream
danced
with the current
and dissolved
in the face of the flare

116

again
the deep bare gaze
cast upon
the inflated fancy
of nightfall

115

potted and wilted
in the igneous sun
clover begs
the evening shower
to kiss the ground

114

at the end of
the mountain path
a vast web of constellations
stretched above
the naked cliff