Unique each night,
The heart in the head with no neck
You travel the world in an echoing suit,
A flavor in garments of living waters,
Crushing the sepia moon of the dead.
A walking which is a standing still,
Without sunflower without tombs among the stars,
One foot root and the other cloud,
The eyes heart word thing,
The hands animal in their forest of hands.
And among ravens, cripples and instruments,
Your fist on the mountain of being only one, awake even though you're sleeping,
Explication of the word "man" in the human place
Where everything is in doubt.
