NO PAST AT ALL
The danger of losing one's wallet is ever-present
and the world is a Hell-hole just waiting to take.
You can win everything and lose it in a second.
It's all the same - the fabric of living recedes.
The red-berry vase on this small dining-room
table, this sit-down outdoor cafe, a restaurant made
for limits and small things, has a wider role to play.
People join hearts and souls here. People stay
It's all together like the limitless loves of a
carnivore - fifteen lives deep in an Earhtful
of time; recognizing nothing, and aware of no
no past at all.