Nothing glides upon thinly cut Water Sheet Not young birds washing their fresh belly Or hovering flies to its edge Or the timid fox beneath cover of stars Some rest for those under the surface The lid closed Secrets in The sun out The slice between

Nothing glides upon thinly cut Water Sheet Not young birds washing their fresh belly Or hovering flies to its edge Or the timid fox beneath cover of stars Some rest for those under the surface The lid closed Secrets in The sun out The slice between