The sun rises over the pineforest.
In east, color heavens light sky pink.
To sleep is impossible the glowing!
Cannonball spins fast in the stomach;
Taking the scorch on.
Out in the mild calm aim.
Start o run infuriated on unknown-
Known and unknown plants becomes-
In the increasing light mighty beautiful almost-
The track suddenly divide! Choose-
The one that seem most exciting.
Over me comes inexplicable peace.
Choosing another way homewards.
The cannonball falls into oblivion.
Falling asleep unrock!! …