102. CATAPULT GRAVITATING AND CURVING TO ITS SINGULARITY

102 CATAPULT gravitating and curving to its singularity The road Opening towards the walls Spit in syracuse Disguising ears And stone tongue. To immortalize scabies That is shelled at the foot of the ruins.

I consider all of you And before it The heaviness Of a good provocation, the Stone

Swimming in the air

Curved like an endless screw Piercing the moment with its disappearance and its cross in its orthogonal spheres and its exponential waves

already. Submerged in its curved turnbuckle. And from the beginning

In impossible birds, That announced springs That song of the sun being recorded ripped away in the rock clouds in its rain of dust and sand. .for its curved by its gravity of hole and collapse Schwarzschild