Reinforced egoists gather their short-term knowledge
already thinking about answers others should know
but they slow down, for the good things do happen -
to others.

Gasping your miles away air bubbles,
they happily burst into me,
stuffed with all the complex matters
falling from the skyscrapers.

I shall never completely move out,
why would I change dusty pullovers
for thin lines of breathing armor -
to justify?

Undefined green wishes grew over my pillow
so that I throw up into where I live at night -
why did we never gather just to do it like
this?

Making clay pots out of my mind, daily,
it would fill a rather insignificant shelf
in a store with broken antiquities
with an old salesman, giving simple
facts only for simple wishes.