Slowly the day leaves the night comes out on the plain alarmingly, the Birches smell the approach of the enemy.
Poppies shaggy through their skin germinate a Dead Sea a dried up desert his caresses
And the sky bursts through the windows and the air bursts through the cracks and God knows what will happen when the ocean covers the cold with its hungry
And on the veranda high right on the roof of the world he and she would come out to watch the end of the feast