A FORGOTTEN VILLAGE

Here everything is

as it once should have been:

the grass grows up to the ankles,

but at night, asleep, it shrinks,

and the following day - the same again.

The ankles walk

caressed by the grass.

Here, there is abundance of everything.

The cows chew infinitely long.

in the corners butterflies are born,

and then spiders,

to weave thier nets.

What is not eaten at once

must be passed to the neighbor,

but no-one is hungry,

so a soundless dance unrolls

from kitchen to kitchen.

The men want to grow mustaches,

but the night outruns them

as everything disappears,

by the next blink, dawn is there again

and everything starts spinning anew.

Thus the dance continues

until the whole village

learns a single movement

to perfection.