I have woven together these thoughts with myself

they fall inside of me in continuous moonlight

between blade and its metallic sound

how far do the ears transport it?

Perhaps this is how events shape time

grammar makes language

with a plasticity

alive at the instant before bullet shatters glass

when I can touch its palpitation and wonder

if it was long before

Does language rupture too

and splintered skin shows

wounds of the mother tongue?