Reaching the fourth kilometer of silence
I dropped the nails I had for God and the sun.
Since then I've been going around with the great
                                            zero under my arm.
 
To start with, it was an ordinary sleeping-bag
--- you know, you get in, which means you start dreaming.
Now it is a huge boarding school
for the psychologically uninflammable.
 
Since all this has happened with zero
imagine what might occur with One.