venous night
flows on the white breasts
of god
this trembling hills
ran away
from a woman\'s dreams
who sleeps with a knife
there are leaves
swarm like birds with letters
the old woman walks on the ground
ground that suffering from amnesia
in her hump
she carries a late child
she will pass
trembling hills
amnesiac lands -
as she passed
the captain of the KGB
her child
will make the stars closer