How to make this impure storminess of blood and fire, urgency of the blind planet, oppose your terrible witness.

I cannot close my doors
nor fasten my windows
-which look out on the road
where the world spins and clam-ors
-which look out on the road
to see death passing by.

-which look out and see
how the restless species,
flourishing and spreading
over the shrunken planet,
destroys its origins and then
laments the absent of water.
- which look out to wait for
the wildness of the words
that cross the earth and, ...
crack the stones apart.
---which look out to attend
the fire between the humans.
I cannot close my eyes...