Where is the eye?
The wild cigarette roughly fights the girl.
Where is the restless corner?
Jackhammers shop like big sidewalks.
Faith is a rainy rain.
Eyes exit like winds.
Impulses are the spaces of the wing.
Ah, meditation!
At sunset view a girl.
Enter and touch.
Enter and touch.
Holes are the instincts of the face.
Stand and touch.
The street walks like a booming cigarette.