I believed it would be summer forever
until forbidden trees from heaven shook off their fruit
a season for those with the heart somewhere in their neck
yet a too low heart
for the offspring of a cornucopia era
until it started to fall apples pears apricots peaches all of them made of soft wax
with the wick inside like a twisted worm
they popped them on their heads but no one lit them
women with very long nails and glossy lips did not bite
did not thrust their fingers into them

no one received any light
people were baptized to believe that wonders don't exist
they were all as if dripped over with wax/ they were blind
only a child kept an apple in the palm of his hand

cinema curtains were golden
they looked like an archangel's wings
outside it was snowing there were fluffy stories
and caramel apples on display shelves
the old confectionery chef was dead