Gazing into the Distance One Autumn Day . my imaginary lover has already left in a hurry windows stand open like eyelashes in this autumn room an overbearing man suns his body out on the balcony rippled repeatedly by a lukewarm breeze
like a plaza of crowding trees that autocrat, King Desire has prepared a magnificent celebration for Himself
the vast silences infect one another and in the midst of all this he sees, far off in the distance, the first tree set itself on fire . . .