Lawn mowers invade indifferent rainy skies,
Hundreds of newly discovered graves of
Ancient cannibals, zoophiles and philosophers.
Walls shout at people that read long poems in dreams.
That wear the stars they can’t see, love the masks they can’t wear.
But dreams always end, and you can even count the words:
Aspirin, comedy, compassion, alcohol, internet, rain, cheese, etc.