Failure of technology
The weed comes down the stairs to dark and in official living space
In the big glass house, I know the first elves through the creaking of houses.
The weed's room is the north side
a failure of human domination over nature.
I see the wide windows of the sky, and the horizon
In the big glass house, I can smell the smell of heat and wood smoke.
. I see the country people going about, going about, gathering their anger.
I hear village transformed, and hear the great scale of their houses
In the big glass house, I can see the children of the street people going to and from, their eyes fixed on the blue and green walls.
Does not experience the sun vigor even in the summer
Have you not noticed how the head of the room's window rises and falls?
Have you not noticed how the country people's heads never fade away?
It is because of this that we are so good at noise and dancing.
Without violence thers is no alternatives to us;
but violence and without violence are one and the same. And since the people have to dance always to some kind of music
and since the music always goes beyond the people and gets lost among us.
