Your eyes clock markers

in squares surrounding

climate of a sea of faces

do not favor the birth

of the summer

your inspirations are struggling

to cause explosive riots

no tears get away

no look be prosecuted

no flash be launched

in areas of competition

in tramways heaven

your traces diminish

everywhere and nowhere

at their own pace

throwing their tentacles

at deprived skeletons

from feelings of pleasure

behind closed shutters

the blinds are gaping