He has lost.
It is lost.
It is said of him.
The glass, the secret: of
The crack is stained:
only the crack is evil.
How strange are you?
There is no one: no house, only debris.
How can people live
The davenport is here.
When night falls, the faces will die.
"I want the red glass."
But, like sleep-walkers, people walk toward their doom.
Is Ascher dead? Will he dance? Make him dance!
She is cooling and she will not crack anymore.
He who has three loaves and drops one on the way must not sleep.
“This is the day to stand up.”
“Every smile is a grimace.”
the wax men in the face.
This is the day you get up. The glass place is on fire.
This is the fire day.
It is pure. Nothing is cracked or stained.
It is so dark.
You have a heart