It captures a cloud but it slips through its beaming fingers and disappears into nothing again.

It seizes a wave but its glowing top is light itself and fades away to its own darkness.

Through a ship it goes and seems to sink it but its sailing on to it its own destiny.

The moon despites the weak grip out in this emptyness and the stars do not see them.

Only the earth is a mild chest for this lonely, fumbling hand, it let its light on its rough skin and acts like a huge heavy woman that doesn't turn down a desperate caress.