,,The time is surging from my body. The river bed is thirsty. I feel how I drain through the needle’s eye. I am in the search for a line. The sixth line from the roof. The sky’s roof. I drain away and I don’t understand. The sixth face. The sixth line from the sixth face. I drain away and I don’t understand what shape I have. It is me – the missing line. The missing line from the sky high. Elevate. Sadness and dust. Stars.,,
