Hands in the morning
on the way to the body
someone's warm
someone's distant home
and moon songs, star songs, human songs are good
Empty roads blow
the wind carries words
the gentleness of another
the memory of another's goodness
and men's songs, women's songs, animal songs good
I saw tied to a wheel
on its sides the tracks of animals
on its axis the sun
on the sides the beasts of the twilight
There was a book, it said
and in the evenings they talked in the houses
that it is bad to go any further, that
man cannot get out of this
is to stay here, you can sit in the dust
think in words, think in pictures
those who look at themselves
can forget what was
Or can on Katarina's wheel
tied by the hands
very slowly turn
toward the sounds of silence

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