The sentences
are slowly becoming heavier
again. Maybe it's
something in
the air, or
that I haven't gone away
at the right time?
The air
is the same
as yesterday. Yesterday
it was full of
falling rocks
only today
so the boulders arrive,
the superfluous, the scream
of a confused speech
of hands and
fingers.
That goes
by quickly. Faster
than I thought. Straightaway
it's winter, and the
cafes are all
closed.