The emaciated wars tomorrow

A surprise in the dark

The cages of the fruit terrify

 

I know after two streets of grief

Angels

And streets and a camp toward the lord

 

I know the water before the despair

In joyful mammals

Every day, at a cheap price

 

Of the hopelessness, bit by bit

In the form of a goat

I know the remainder of a strange dove

Before the horizon enflames:

 

You believe in the sea

We lay the story in the sand

I believe in the sun and split headache

In the rough bridge at times of peace

The soprano emanating from the curving hand

The aethereal agitated above the roofs of a village