Well protected little tension,
misinfected blessing.

We return to further times.

Dear house, why do we have mice?
Is it because we love food?

Then what do you do with a mouse
in a breadsack? Scream? Dear mouse,

why do we have men? Is it because we love
Food? Then what do you do

with a man in a bedroom? Scream?

And one fine day at the new clear plant
one of them will ask
us to himself: where is everybody?

It doesn't take one to know one.
It doesn't take one to know anybody.

Love and hate, action and death.
A possibly true anecdote.

Time flew by for hours.