Nothing without signs

You follow the wall until it ends

in a white line. Behind the light one direction

within the city to stand in the periphery.

Shadows rush over the arm

like a trees branch over you.

One finger spacing between bricks

constitutes a rolling sea without ships.

There is an aim towards the center,

where the wall turns into a box.

At the bottom of the pile a drawing is

under the sounds of the city.