News From Babel - Moss Тексты

I fell in the moss
I grasped the grass
I bit the earth
I pressed myself against
The Earth.
I held it tightly.
Nothing stirred
I waited.

The air moved, slightly,
The grass moved
The leaves moved in the trees
A thousand insects moved -
I moved and
The World moved,
Lightly.

I was not
Deceived.