Tiny things laugh under the sun
Wilting like insects
I can't remember what you study
Ketamine eats through the filament
Newspapers blow around the sculptures
Big things grow much bigger
And need bigger things inside them
Transmogrified childhood shadows
Gossip in the galleria gardens
These are the friend's return
Through the window
Incense is about to be lit
The smoke will show your face
And the cancer is writing on the sunstone