Les heures

On the one hand A frame and then windows in the frame Spiked from one to the other Images designated fenced inside out Every moment broken repeated Always past One after the other Cruelty of the open boundary itself and immediately some untimely object comes up against it clog the sight obliterate the frame On the other hand The note pursues an eternal moment Its his game run the frame draw the embrasure and so on she passes Immediately in it she plays with nothing Immediately outside she finds