After defeating the fog,
when all roads were reinvented
the surroundings came to surface
up to the horizon.

You wasted your morning.

I haven’t seen you anywhere
it would have been a misfortune to waste your day with a thud in the tree.

Equidistant edges
from hasty souls
running to overcome time
and life set on wheels.
Then, evil hours start
which only work for an instant.