Holes in the cloth Seeds and grain fall from my sides In the gloom my eyes Are black stones But how they yawn for light When silence grips its knuckles white I hear gasping all around Nobody finds his treasure safe In this stillness The wider field Where a carcass glows The wider field Is darker than the sky On the wide crystal chandelier With its jewels hanging upwards Toward the air Each one a world i do not spoil A crushing beast with pity's stare Will charge at me until i am found