Intro.. Draw... Poems.. I'm passing the moon - forever stiffened in the neck Old star souls are feigning the light in front of my eyes - as always - but this whack at the end: I'd give ears for it - there was life in it! I look at the Earth - the wandering light: hardly see through thick cotton - because everyone is in the heaven - Probably from that squeeze - the sea breathed away: although long after death: she is - by nature - not used to fizz in some tank - from the anger: she threw out three hundred pointed pieces from herself: to - in a few seconds - they crash on her back - she huffed greatly: and slamed the level behind herself I like to turn on the reflectors: in that blue pilot light: there is such a smirk that makes me well - long-distance - I aim them towards the Oort cloud - I will catch that one billion comets: then I'll pick up them like torpid hares ... I'm turning majestically - it's in my blood - my father was delivering the potatoes during the holidays: in that last summer: my mom accompanied him - she breathed carefully: inside her three gold chains: in her single sports suit: she watched her neat reflection in the window - as the country went through it: she stroked self thighs again: and squeezed the knees - I'm here - I have to be here! Back... Along.. More...