Now, there is a pyramid made of watermelons,
Blank books and wet footprints.
Try to climb it. Just try to
Die on the top. It is not the sun god
You will meet then. Try to call someone
from there. Try to notice a computer screen
In a seedy apartment. Try to decide
If the eagles you see are breathing
Or not. There are millions of subterranean
And underwater cultures that are still hiding
From the human race, pyramids made of
Water and air, worms and jellyfish
Too lazy to write a single book
About the absence of face and sound.