At stake. The whole life is
at stake.
Elegantly we create the passage
breezing passed the void
and
inside some apples there are
babies.
You know, babies
that laugh

I see this candle
after the show that
flies from seat to seat.

Now,
I had to fill this tree
with myriads of tiny
mirrors.

This said, he rose, faint-smiling like a star
Through autumn mists, and took Peona’s hand :
They stept into the boat, and launch’d from land

a small excerpt
from John Keats’ “Endymion” 

when it drops
it’s only a tear,
then a lake.
it coagulates into an island.
a continent and then
covers the earth

patience.