Alone she stands
on the edge of the precipice
and begs:
"Give me one reason not to fly!"
The graines of dust roll vertically
Just waves of martian thoughts
coming from her heart...
No buss passes through here
And she couldn't get in it anyway
'cause they're full of ticket collectors
and the driver rides on the stair

- How sadly the sun is setting
and if someone should answer me
maybe here alone I would be
and wait just a bit longer behind me
enough for the earth to make
one journey round himself"
Every sentence has its own different equilibrium
an imponderable relativity
every word is like a gram of ballast
just a plus infinite multiplied by g
in this necklace with a ring
and a cross
"this necklace is so heavy
but it's mine, it's my herittage, only mine"
... ...
now I stand on the edge
of the precipice
but she has left already
and I can hear from down bellow:
"hey precious, just us two and you
precious..."
somewhere reality ends
and I stand right on the boundary
separating a dream from a nightmare