Square gardens,
poles surrounding me.
I'm spinning around myself.
There is no way out.
The air is fresh,
green and blue.
My naked steps on the residuums.
And in the middle of this place,
the ice.
They're beautiful and changing and serene.
I can feel something happening here that it's about to tell.
Maybe it's my fault.
Maybe I shouldn't stay here in the middle of something.
Like a movie getting to the silence.
It turns around me again and again.
The lips,
the eyes,
the marble skin,
a breath.
I walk out.
