*The night is full, see how this night is full of fireworksfallen stars in gorgesor on cliffs, at the edge of the city, plains...Stroke your hand over my eyes,love, I still almost discernthe flashes the night tell me,are they random, pyres of abandonor scattered cirles of merriment?tuned in televisionsin sentry camps or hunkered invaderswho sniff in the bitter chilland curse the moon’slovely head...Does a sort of human desperationlift them into the void?or at least the fireworks of some workshop...** And therein the sea’s great airare the bonfires for sailorsor contraband? an astral body fallingor reflections on predators’lenses...How full of flames this night, lovekeep a hand on my chest.What can it be initiating what can it be writing,that fire in all of this darkness?