About the craps
obscurity and darkness...
It's not the fade moonlight,
it's not some bit
of the city's gaily flush,
...only one artifical light
in an ordinal night...
... ...
A lamp of a remote forgotten street
illuminates aesthetic shaped rubbish.
The light is melting with the gloom
and purity around the pines
of a distant city's park...
The light is wasting over a sterile pavement...
bareness, vague shades...
... ...
... we are the craps...
we are stomachs over legs ...
we are the future dust...
...But sometimes...
somewhat of the rubbish
... is illuminated...
and has its famous past.
