out of the universe lines of the scream
benighted in invisible flames above the city
you twist toward the silky haze
emerging from a horse’s saddle back

your left half’s made of dew
which trickles into the innocent country
with erect architectures
made up by lovers’ names

from the scream’s lines develops
the mould of the reverberating face
on streets befrothed with echoes

and in the bridge’s reddish shadow
your calcareous shade
embraces your being