In a hurry

We continue to pit two tiny hillocks
Against the infinity of a sky bending
Dangerously on the brown end bushes
With loud explosions in their rear
And a gray smoke in the elevation.

There are tiny eruptions in shadows
Like lizards in holes quickly catching
Tiny eruptions to eat their emptiness.
We are in a hurry to pit two tiny hills
Against the infinity of a breathless sky
Before it eats them into its emptiness.

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