The place where I live

numbers and matters are combining
unlimited positions
the question of distance and
      transformation
material is transformed
elements perform, dwell and the
      rest defined
this is the game of speech
this time points the compass in this
direction
they have stretched each border,
      each moment
the debate is
how to make a universe that doesn’t fall
      apart in two days
where is the best compass point
fermentation becomes a consolation
dough levitates from this point to
      next to the window
my boredom becomes a line to
      rescue me
traces and extinction as methodology
what is the distance in that direction
arbitrary sets with continuous maps
locate the noise in the trembling chair
follow the bread on the floor not
      to wander
change with the space
there is a floor with a glass walnut inside
light is bending
their return calling.