At the street corner one heard a body pending in a basement .The body had been sixty percent water and is now aspiring to its fire. Wails by body’s women announced its existence to morning walkers.
Soon it’s water will be on the fire’s tongues. All bodies are permanent vaporous sounds raining in the streets .They turn into a soft earth from rain that will be dust by the sun. A handful of dust for hurling in earth-pot into an ice river .
After the hurling ,do not turn back at the orange sun.