Small gifts of air and tired light, Of a more distant God. Vague signs On the back of his graphs. When everything you have love is sinking slowly In air, light, in the mud of brain... And remain ... What remain? Small reflexes in air Scars, a music that expands Indistinguishable the cells. Till you are falling asleep. Or you are waking up? Until you fall again In noise, in the straps lust, of dreams, Even more sticky, more frightened. Like the body. Increasingly frightened: Of things, words. Mercury lakes Covering everything that ever existed. You, bite your lips, keep your eyes open, Keep yourself close! To things, words. Only there, out there are still appearing on the surface Reflexes, voices, small gifts Of air, light, of a God Even more distant.