Konverentsil

A man is asking us: where does the world move?
He has checkered pants
and the blackboard is actually green
on the green wall
On it have been written all numbers, all words
                  all meanings, songs, perhaps a novel
                  many untruths
                  many no-one-knows-if-truths
But now it's clean and green, wiped off
undone,
covered with phantoms of speech
                                           tales
                                    fishfins
                                    clothespins

The story right now told is this:

PRODUCTIVE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS 
IN THE GENES OF MOUNTAINTOPS


Üks istumine, 14.09