Compositor: Amaya López-Carromero
Miles
To go
Mail stacked under the door
A mountain range to welcome us
With clouded eyes
Phosphene stars glow
We pile it up as silence soars
And disappear
We disappear
Miles
Hands down
Face up the envelope
Hands
Hands suddenly appears; an infant reign
With clouded eyes by childlike pain
We pile it up as silence soars
And disappear
And disappear
Back to back to back to back