“lungs. maidan. leather falls from trees”

 

swimming without newspapers

consciousness between sins and direction

walking to the river

shadow of a clock opened its door

no soils, no icons, no diaries

not in the morning, but at dawn

nihilism went to the Sun

than to human feet

space in palms, braille

mouths above skies

collected nests

linked and embeded

ground zero

knowledge gap, media

all roots demolition

collecting fabric of space

black

million years from the finger to the thread

decomposting body of Earth to the other

red sink, global chamber

location