enormous is the craving (for what?) in that emptiness, screens are
twisting in (are they coming closer? coming apart?), thinning and
suddenly disappearing into each other, behind each other, in front of
each other: does it have a tongue, and will it be touched by someone
has nothing to do with the flow of the air, water, light, it goes down
(springs out?) only to turn up (when?) just behind us, here where we
planned to stop and tell nothing to nobody