SkyThe smiling man knocked sideways whispers from the sky:
"I fall upon horizons, clouds, I flutter in the sky."
Do moons, do stars, do images glitter through the clouds
The hunting owl looks down, it can never raise its eyes:
A fox suspended, vixen strangled, a cub that cannot know
Now: Shadow takes the stolen light and invades the weaker form
Worms creep silent every night, are chopped in two by light.
A mole can never gaze upon the moonlight raining on
A human face can wash the moon, can spit and polish craters
I suppose that I ignored the man who dangled, smiling sideways;