spirals are twisted with pain as if a single
insect
and throw the sun is still
a moment after such seizure.
times sea with its waves of memories
trample my brain-twisting as the spiral-
clues are given, in each event
and he lay on the pavement,
seeing the blue sky both gray.
I trample wheels rotate as the spiral
and try to squirm with pain alone.
impalpable The damp earth,
takes the form of earth-colored river
and turbid waters are mixed my memories
-fall-and the smell is gradually taking new shape,
until the end, after three days
submerged insectoque swarm in the air.
