We start to grow inward.
We stop our climbing sideways.
Where is up, where is down?
The moon has a set of antlers.
The grass gnaws at thorny feet.
When is then, when is now?
Mother slipped on the teapot.
Man brought to Heaven a baby.
Who is he, who is I?
A chin overgrown with stubble.
A dream halted in mid-sentence.