Given Ground - Giardini Di Mirò

Feel not to converge soon

Fear not to comfort soon

Who could not imagine how

I will learn for you

Everyone is combined in teeth

Or pills

Everyone is wrestling at your feet

Until someone is set to fight with you

Everyone can live on sale

And everyone can carve me with

Hands like yours

But you can’t kiss all of them

If you can’t wash your teeth

Afterwards

Until you eat out yourself

You eat

Who could not imagine how

I will learn for you