dim, turbid, huge waves, sometimes
troubled silt, quicksand
by sky water clouds
and you can not see
but the early mornings
you know, there has been a window you
crouched on the ledge because thus you could run
amongst the sands of darkness onto the path to stars,
a way often gilded by moon
and even when it was raining, was windy, or storm
barrier was not actually there
thus you could watch above,
until the sun scattered crystals
and the wall appeared in all his greatness
you used to collect some gems every morning
friends came with them later
and it was nice
to make them laugh with you, or cry, not cry,
kind spirit of the world
a world of fun and sorrow that has never cheated, herself
crossing the driveway, adorned,
all white elephants that you have fed
fear, hiding in the cave
and lie
dark time like growing wall
hidden on a lair behind there is no window
and I got hit by walls