She falls asleep at dawn. Another year of life. 7 Alfa casts spells, she wants love forever. Like snow man comes along a narrow path under her lids. He covers everything.
Man is snow.
9 Saving the tracks. Unlock the last traces of bird in us . . . Sprouting seeds rend the earth. Wait right where they burst through and a green sprout rips open the skin of darkness. I have no stone to smooth hands, no water so hungry that it searches for a mouth.