He felt the collapse of his home
And arose to live by himself
The silent floater
Whose touches were unspelt
Even in the stillnes of the night
Dared the impossibility of the former.
Already the next day has risen
After the dawn had skipped over
Like an unending passion
He was all strength at its brim
In music and in dancing cyling the grave
Where the earth was butched
And he thought.
His movement as an odyssey and helpless to the world.