Like a walking fern, you were.

I was talking to you. Why

would you nose down to touch

my landscape and fall into my arms?

To protect you, I was

making a massive wall― encouraging

the revivalism. Predator

drones were intending to follow you.

The dirt― it will not

stain your innocence. Don't

stand on the ledge. Faceless

winds can topple you at night.

We are beasts, with no space

in between. Like sardines you

are packed without names. The

sea has dried up. How far

was the sun?