Nature that has left me hopeless
became arid in the fields

my abandoned homes in others' memories and feats
the girls on the pier
with ill-intent as they wait for me

the wolf's dream in its wilderness
the hyena desiring me and its neighbor

the cypress I tallied
the roads I folded

become distant and similar
while I forget and remember

I, who exaggerated everything,

go as alone as my mother had birthed me
and sit in my icon.