the reflecting pool is stagnant
deserts pursue their mirages.

dry bread keeps
a taste of the legend

in complete peace a body bares itself

The hour has the flavor of its time.

A soft body fills itself with silence.

then he can do nothing but sleep
repudiating
childhood and adulthood and old age.

There is a mushroom called
solitary inkwell
also black egg

practicing the lash
on his wooden top
a child stays very real

even if it looks at you
without uneasiness or hate

He watches the weather’s sepia