the universe, extended, intended,
circles the abys,
sculpting the being into a fire,
a shadowy sun
pieces of time are joining
on its trails,
giving away their thoughts,
encapsulating the will and pouring it
deeply, slowly into a glass of red wine
the red wine of memory
amazes the curvature of time,
the shallowness of space all around;
it chews the water, it sinks the summer,
it blows the pulsating wind
in a grain of sand
the logical shore of the infinite grains
loses the sight of the waves
in a flowery flux of eyes:
the never-knowing blueness of my mind