I’m in a gap,
like the world, which acts so clumsy
as a hardened atom
who lost its eye and ghosts the wonder
in the breathing collage of a forgotten sight,
on a brink of a sky…
it’s a demolishing heat,
scourging deep
the mind of the number, wise:
why is the light flooding the wonder,
jumping the elegant dream of a trustful sand?
the gap became the poetry
of a dropping leaf of time
it was fall