Nuit Blansh

I will gather you― 
through the uproar, 
when moon picks up the sneaky path, 
from dizzying heights 
of hunger. 

The poverty of words 
hides the bread, .. 
You cannot eat an emblem. 

The calibration has failed. 
Milk contains the 
contaminated water. 

Everyone has one's own 
book, where you write your name 
and bear malice for everybody.