She's never impatient but always
playing she can be everywhere
unworried
even in this cell she'll play
with the bricks pull them from the wall and make
a jumping game out of it
It's not her who has hurt or hurt you
but you do not bring yourself
to believe it yet
But you sit in red and black
your back turned
towards her
and she doesn't mind because she has no
concept of waiting
And you look out of the little window through the wooden bars
out where there is the wide indifferent sea
but you do not look at it
You -
because you do have that concept -
are waiting