Just from looking In for a start Light out of shadow In for a start The end of the world At the end of summer The shapes in darkness In half straddle I am being born Once more On the floor On the mezzanine Everything flows Mixes with sand Comforts the soul With strange commands Into the silence The soundlessness To the side of You Across myself I am being born Once more On the floor On the mezzanine I repeat myself I squirm With blood I spit My milk teeth