Sound that comes from the upstairs room. Is like the sound of my stranded heart. The sound of something alive and afraid. Is like my stranded heart. .
Suddenly I notice that the brightness of the day. Makes the shadows darker, makes the shadows deeper. As they creep from the corners and a feeling in myself.
Something's gone and something's over. You put the pieces of yourself together. Put them all into a suitcase. Wait for the next man, wait for the next place.
The sky keeps on weeping. The sun is sleeping. Don't wake the moon. The light would show the cracks in her face. . The earth on its ancient last legs.