Nobody said goodbye to each other.
No one said goodbye to the dead. At the beginning of this morning,
Does not have its own margins.
In addition to language, it is on the verge of losing ground.
Except the fresh meat of tulips, the windows are not closed at night.
Except my window, towards a language I no longer understand.
No language
Only the torture of light and repeated torture.
The saw pulled repeatedly at dawn.
Only tulips are stirring until they stop stirring.
No tulips
Only light, stagnant at dawn.
Starlight, scattered in the sleeping luggage room of the speeding train.
The last light came from the baby's face.
No light
I split the meat with an axe and heard the shepherd scream at dawn.
I opened the window and heard the cries of light and ice.
It was the shouts that broke the chains of the fog.
Don't shout
Only land
Only the land and the people who carry the millet know.
Birds that sing only at midnight are birds that have seen the dawn.
No dawn