laughing animals foam out of iron pots the cloud rollers drive 
the animals out of their kernels and stones in horseshoes rise up from 
old stones stones quiet as a mouse trotting through the branches and 
fishbones of trees pierce the Snowballs on chairs kings gallop in the 
mountains and preach the december horn lower the straw bridges mail 
iron letters that are noiseless and easily heard in the ice-bottle the 
turtledoves freeze

in january graphite snows into the goat's skin in february the 
bouquet of chalk-white light and white stars appears in march the 
destroying angel is in heat and the tiles and butterflies flutter by and 
the stars rock in their rings and the catchwind flowers rattle their 
chains and the princesses sing in their fog pots who chases on little 
fingers and wings the morning winds