I don't know. It is not. To see. Scared empty bed. Leak impulse. Cross missing. Blind sleepers. In the fleeting void. Furious with waving arms. He moves like an Asian lightning bolt. He looked like the pupil of the rain of the high East. Where the sea does not sleep. In its embroidered border of the invisible thread that sustains the world. Whose reality no one dares to doubt.