She is always dances amid her skirt.
Horizons always are very
in the radius of her radiance
upon the furbelow of her coquettishness
where
waves wrinkle the silence
where dance pleats every azimuth.
Between us
time and distance are disturbance.
In zero
the universe is complete
where angles are maiden.
In a second of non-existence
all the existences
exist.
