It is known that you want something in return,

like the microscopical crawling waves over the skin,

but when the strange bottle with fireflies arrive from dreams

the fade in the light like something masked

flies and mosquitos go around, breaking calm

guide to chicken broth, arise the table and damnation,

this is a large silence, poisoning the enviroment,

If you zoom to a treeline lethargy will get there

At the end there is still the heat of it.