
Means of Transportation
With the repetition, many things assumed different meanings,
night after night, act after act; same with the words; they slowly
get undermined, become hollower, in their hollowness,
the vagueness of time and the road echo clearly when the car
of the flower seller, the fish seller, and the produce seller
passed loaded with flowers, fish, and fruits, and the other car,
the black, with the pale, laid people, going quietly, politely
toward the eternal since the words hollowed exactly like
the perfect memory with a spherical covering where each
March is a circle, and the dead return to the stigma of resurrection
(which is the logos of man) holding a big candle, silence,
the white tape, and a rose; inside the rose is the scarab splattered
with pollen.