A Throw of the Dice
Nothing
Of memorable crisis
Or maybe
All results of the event have been completed in zero view
Human
Will take place
Pours the absence of a common height
But the place
Some splashing under the water seems to scatter the empty work
Accidentally which is otherwise
By his lies
Will be established
Defeat
At this latitude
Unspecified
Waves
Where all reality vanishes
Except
On high
Probably
As far as space can fuse
Excluding interest
Mark it out
In general
By a certain oblique through a certain decay
Of fire
Towards
What should happen
Sepentrion as well as North
A constellation
Cold from forgetfulness and neglect
Not so much
That's not the number
Some empty and on a higher surface
Constant shock
On the way to the stars
Total account to create
Surveillance
Doubt
Rolling
Bright and meditative
Before stopping
In some terminus that sanctifies it