These burns will itch and fade --

that fly will die.

Planets teeming with beauty

will be seduced by the dark electron.

Blades turn in the arabesque

of hidden thieves

taking light

from the currency of fire.

The curb swoons by mirage

to join with liquid space.

A cigarette goes out

in the heart of an abandoned temple.

The hawk escaped from gravity

dives and dives.