The rat or mouse that falls and there a hole, there, the sane
and same and for and form, for form the form, and rat or mouse and fall
the hole as same.
Like for the time the given and the last, the full-full
day that lingeringly turns off—and lost or was bereft
of first saying—the said and damned I say, accurséd of
a while—in the sand spinning spinning off.
How as the rose turns to dusk and fall the falling
drops unto the sand where at the last while
comings roam in ways and swelling ways, but tepid still
as the full form and lace for a red hanging they become—the last become
and sight too full ending does touch and lo beholds, the swan
going away or the dust-bird, the dust-bird principled being and last at will,
comes off, come off, the sand-bird still, the dust-bird.
Come off—come off—and off and off—and still pardon me at last for off it bounces.
Sebastião Salgado. Woman working on canal building site, Rajasthan, India, 1989