It is extremely warm
when the weather begins to arouse anxiety
The city is dominated by hot concrete,
after which people move
in strange lethargy, only sometimes
looking at each other with tired eyes
Drumming the night is like a hole
between pavement plates,
in which you can see dried weeds
wet t-shirt that sticks to the skin
It is a place of negotiation,
between becoming and that,
what, it is already, sometimes unbearably severe
The identity of things that leaks out of them
is an equally delicate construct
like a pulsating body
that penetrates the surroundings
They are neither solid nor sealed
The sound resonates both outside
and inside
It's on both sides
The rhythm is the sound of repetition
from one chink
through all cracked teeth
Sometimes bones speak, and happy skeletons dance