I can't explain the infinite

A child teeming with light

The machine digging at the statue

Sudennly spotted in the stoplight


Names become numbers

Dogs barking under the streetlight

One hundred fingertips pressing

The temple

I am only a lost child, searchig for a mother in father
Who were turned to dust by bombs
The ability for space
The ability for time
Humans no longer being
A shout
Echoes in an abandoned factory
Throwing stones at the eyes
Who come in our sleep
Sharp stones to scrape the flesh from machine
A young boy
With tied shoes
Standing near the fire
Break the screens