Soft guns, the hardest rainfalls

and the thousand drops

kind needles on the skin

but nothing like a full turn

only a trembling agony, a slight sound

every delicate movement shatters

inside the middle ear. The eardrums

remain completely still: this

is the best of pains.

Loud sympathetic tone, vague mathematical immorality. I've been forgetting about the cloudy evenings. Now they are gleaming in the light of the fading summer.