is the exact year when I opened my eyes and
swallowed a little of this air with a scream.
And so it goes.
And so it ends.
But this looks like something else.
Imagine a forest at night,
and you are just a little mouse
filled with simple existence.
Minding your own business
all through your life.
But that night from the dark sky you could hear
the absence of noise. Two wings, like icy eyes
cut through the air, the crooked beak opens
and you rise up to the big secret. Without a scream.