A house is not a terrapin
or a sailboat
or a maelstrom
The sunstorm that swindles
sycamore green embossed on the heart
like sequins or worlds
Attach your head to the box.
Do not shout or write, that’s not the problem.
Ghosts, breath, nose, brows, knee
your time has not yet come.
Light on your room over the ice.
Do not worry, the year after anguish.
Encouraged by the team, the mosquitoes, the controversies, the pilots involved
but your sound did not arrive.