I have been walking a while
on the frozen Swedish fields
and I have seen no one.

In other parts of the world
people are born, live and die
in a constant human crush.

To be visible all the time ¡Ö to live
in a swarm of eyes ¡Ö
surely that leaves its mark on the face.
Features overlaid with clay.

The low voices rise and fall
as they divide up
heaven, shadows, grains of sand.

I have to be by myself
ten minutes every morning,
ten minutes every night,
and nothing to be done!

We all line up to ask each other for help.

Millions.

One.