Break the road

 Break the road. Above that the boredom has passed from the summer. In the summer of the night. Alchemy of the hours. Where the ends meet. Rest your mouth. Shine as it says. It shines to be together always. From your side it shines. From our hands. Our bed. Letter back and forth. Revolt of another round. From burned autobiographies. Greetings and we talk. Of flames that enter through the windows. Of footsteps coming through the windows. And the following come insolent. They take houses as their own all of a sudden. They take them as a joke but it is very serious: in this time of pandemic they do not joke.

Sense, then ex-isto as hypo/thesis.