Eurydike, just a few steps away
the birds are fluffy, so be careful
rate in the dimensions, let it be sharp
cut faults, your statue, overlap
on yourself, last only for a moment.
There are more meadows and tracts there, the flower wants
touch the emptiness in the water, see
I want a trail, the wind detaches the web
from the columns, cracks disappear, and a sigh
follows you in the dark corridors.
Even when you step back, these words come back
behind you, no one told them a simple condition
canon of gaze, statue, a fraction of a second back
Eurydike ...