Corners

In some places, only pain can go

A blank piece pushes against another blank piece

The sweetness of figs built into the creased walls

Every line runs, and the footsteps are wave-shaped

The sunset falls into the edge of eternity

Vivid and splendid. The last clamor joins the run

This incessant tide is almost unpraised

Unseen hands brush away the cobwebs

Memories turn their backs in thought

Corners are the self-forgiving part of the city's fabric

You may have never passed there

And another you keep rising from there

The world, where you rise

Half of it is missing