IT'S BEEN A DARK FEW DAYS

                              young falcons are making seagull cries     the fields are stationary green waves glistening      smell of cow shit    wet shoes    crickets unmoving sound dancing out the flowers everywhere     sign refusing dog shit hidden by a big bush     sign saying wanderweg without an arrow     body runs in       every direction at the same time instinctively      the sun widens only if I look      at its photospheric emission so it stays thin     as music    you're singing too     am I paranoid       is everything singing when I'm not there