Why must we go to and fro assuming constraint?
I've fallen through a nothing-air.
In a quite fog on that empty afternoon,
when the dusk aches for a little leave, I turn, revolving in our nothing-nothing-air.

As that twig snaps, I can sense only then that I am moving.

More.
more.
more more moremoremore

When that devil kisses your cheek, and you feel loved for once,
                 i
                 am
                  Singing myself lullubies



lullabies out of all the words you said.