Time flows away
slowly and motionless
into the laguna's artery
Red fluid pouring from
the shabby pasteboard walls
into the golden beating heart
Decrepit gondolas slip
like scarlet blood cells
in the city's veins
The face, an eyeless mask
fixing into the void
smiling into the abyss
The smell of the swamp
fecal waste of an old man
waiting for the death.
