• I remembered when
    No owner dared to make us belong
    Each hole could write our bibles
    Its tipping glass just breezed through our feet
    And we tried so hard to wipe up
    Our tracks left blood or other

    Describing so accurately under campfire warmth
    We seemed to fill up the vacant car lots
    And the red strings tied us like marriage
    Behind every corridor where the shadows ran away
    All grey bystanders dissapeared in our hindsight
    Matching our laughter with warm clouds escaping each way

    To meet from distances
    On icy paths from distant moons
    Bags caught surf in sky, never realizing concepts of falling down
    As if all we said were unspeakable sonnets
    Exploring them learning each as if we never heard
    Infinity knocked our steps as we shuffled inside it