Time within the earth hour
The other god was sleeping.
Becoming was inviting the death
Frostbite amputates the memory.
Ending without beginning,
I was asking the seeker to stop
searching the answers.
The houses were burning on the road,
silence, had a vertical sound,
no words, no tongue.
Death had tears of blood
riding on the horseback
it was charging on the wandering incense.