When from the spinning planet,
a small fragment would fly off,
like a tile,
the sound of the trowel could be heard, fixing it back in place.

The mouths of volcanoes were sealed
with the palm of the protective god,
and the lava had no choice
but to murmur; the eruption
had spread across people's faces,
like stains.

In the pollen,
time ticked more slowly...

This space on Earth
has no cracks
nor depressions.
Several gods joined hands
and devised
nature's resilience against any erosion.

Daedalus,
founder of the famed lineage of artists,
had secluded himself in his workshop,
to explore his will to work,
which had, periodically,
gone on vacation.