Stay small –
It's only nothing from nothing.
Stay small –
We're watching ashes as they fade.
Call out –
Go on and bellow for something –
Look round –
We're rushing, rushing as it fades.
Call out for a quiet sound.
Fall down.
A blur in a concave ring.
Washed out.
We're holding tight to what we've saved.
Deep bow
And sleep into nothing.
Press down –
(still a hollowed core can feel afraid).
Call out for a quiet sound.
Stop, now
We can't tell nothing from nothing.
Look round –
There's not a single mark of what we've made.
Call out –
Why waste ourselves in this rushing?
Come down –
We're only watching ashes as they fade.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI