Intip

That's all that's left

Bone

Only bones left 

A swarm of predators quickly devours 

The tenderness of the fresh meat, beloved 

What's left is what's left, not the point 

Bone...

The little glass fulfills the desire 

Far away the place feels so close 

Spell every gesture 

Far away without asking elders 

Giving means a sign 

If only he wanted to say 

A situation that can be said to be true 

Old bones don't tell 

To say...

He is silent 

Knowing that something is true is...

To do without him talking in the huts of buildings, repertoires, entertainment, jokes.... without limits... understanding the bones of the bones... that 

Maybe not a form that was once called a peek.