have mercy on me master

you and me
upside down

have mercy on me master
‘cause my wonder is a tongue on a wall
seventh forms did I say
while for ever some signs veins verses

have mercy on me master
as soup and night are not enough anymore
you turned on this fire
this gentle fire
and now I’m here burning
at all
without a map
without a gap
in which I could touch something

vast and vanish
nerve and the drawings for tomorrow
i find them on my pocket
i find everything on my pocket
burning pocket child am I