Footsteps scattered in my dream,
harsh but blunt,
filled with sweet weight.
Seeking for an unbending rule,
backward,
forward,
march until reaching the edge of the dream.
Steps float in the air,
wandering in the shackle.
Burn,
from one form to another.
Gap between particles became soft and wide,
Embracing the lonely hole and shadows in the dream more gently.
Every single piece of touching
exhausted me.
Guttering of the candle flowed,
with fuzzy faces.
It cries,
extinguishing the burning fire.