santiago

fell to save the ground

waking up and checking how the curtains take landscapes that grew in front of your eyes as you were asleep and shake and spin an invisible backbone of the nights and days where this territory new to your neck and we tried to connect the buildings with bee wax and sulfur said the Saints

yesterday I heard there was no future and birds came to talk to me and I offered them to keep their kidneys safe in my garage

you and me as a storm

bear memories

story of unmissed chances

sounds of this morning and from other mornings

state of spiritual cash chaman city under a store burning hidden after time had ended

soldier of truth