The space is filled with smoke.
And the rivers fall upside down.
And the sparks lie in the void.
And in it we,
and in it we, fell asleep in the morning.
The roads are slippery like a goat.
And the face,
and the hat, and the hair.
And the eyes are directed like this.
I am the evening,
I am the evening,
I am the midnight, I am the dawn.
The road is broken in the bridge.
And the bones creak in the change.
And the evening,
and the evening, and the midnight.
I am the evening, I
am the midnight,
I am the dawn.
