Could such slow-paced wind measure
the emptiness of space? Already
the silent azure has cast down its white buildings,
amid patches of shadow and sunlight
resting on the ground, quiet and complete.

And as if, in this common daylight
of experience shared through loss,

That grand fissure joined
our two continents.
Then, apart I saw
open among serrate leaves
a greening spiral of lust, difficultly bright.