outside story

within a limited amount of information// colour creates an external dialogue// to narrate the situation


circular roof creates a place// for a hundred pigeons to remain// and revolve about the beacon


piece by piece of information// the story builds like bricks// on a wall stained// if only to explain

hanging on by the last thread
of temperature controlling destiny
the scream of disappearing ice makes way
for the roar of the flow
of elimination of snow