sexta-feira, julho 15, 2005
Curtas IV
Geology
I sleep naked under the turf
In the frozen ground
Curled under feet of ice
Breathing dust and eating earth
Hearing no sound
But that of terrain slides
In the slow turning
Of geological eras
The counter forces
Of pressure and weight
That plunge me downward
Through the rock and the lava
Towards the centre of the world