Ornaments

particles emerge, move about, are enlightened

like predator fish striking at its prey

soon to have never eaten again

dressed for a party as thieves

when sleep is poured into tall glasses

we deviate inwardly, to circulate

of the slowing down of the clapper´s pendulum motion

or why we are here, the depth of waves

we know nothing, therefore time-being never splits

we are ornaments, our task is to sit crouched

over the dead trunks of our dredged victims

being as foolish as we are unafraid of being caught

our sun rises with modification

it goes down, for something it must do

over the walls, chairs, hand shanks, beds

pregnant with stature, like the mobile continent

of nondecomposable plastic debris that is driven by

the Gulf Stream back and forth between the coasts

we set about to prowl along the roads and walls

/ NN