when you look into your eyes
you can see
the scaffold within the letters in the cone of the first idea then the spider
weaving its web
between your brain and the other things
double networks the cold from the hypophysis
circulates through
and stays at night at every pillar’s root
between what you see and what is unseeable
like a beggar who sold his feet and his eyes

the freedom of movement depends on the created chaos within the same cone
the space which is left between the feet and the eyes can be used
to burden ideas
with limbs

but in the networks
as hidden animals in the vegetal abyss
the sisters of the first withdrawn impulse
small threads of the equilibrium are seen through
struggle
today you go towards the same slope you climbed yesterday
that means the pillars are backwards and the beggar has ransomed
only his legs

raise and walk