something drier the shadow unhooked from the tree this end eating up the sky we will have to plant eyes in the dry night, but I do not forget who you are, there is this hand, there is this shadow, there is the ecstasy which remains when one has forgotten it all about his own choices after you the horrible ordeal of eyes torn away from sweaty palms the horrible silence that floats in secret on the very surface of my desire and so much that I would be afraid to drown backwards into the icy water even if I wanted to resist it with all my strength even if I died upside down even if the excuse taken away from the sleeve is turning back his hand to the insane and that this story repeats itself over and over again I never saw you talking and crying in secret despite the unvisited coming of death in these desecrated places the muted angle the branch bending without giving in and the stars that line up in secret in the most remote corner of the firmament they do not belong to us anymore nor do they indicate any conducive destiny pull yourself out of your own shredded dream and give back this night secretly to its grave. ***