Fallen from the blades of a giant
Made of time and mistakes
I build ethereal castles
Grass of children's fury
With the back unarmed
In a puzzle for mad beginners
I seat my remaining pieces
With rust of abandoned android
I half tremble
Like everything I learn
In my hangers factory
I mend socks without a partner
I use manuscripts as tables
I try to run barefoot
And think on tiptoe
When the skinny look for
Between my sorrows
Her last prey