A constant repetition

of incoherent sounds.

A constant repetition

of the words that could provide.

I see them all,

constantly searching,

constantly speaking

with the same achronological speech.

Accostumed to the enrichness of one, just one, single day.

Constantly acquiring a neverending sense.

Constant promises made you and me and those roadmakers that came and left.

All the roadmakers that took us there.

The roadmakers

with its constant graves and its

constant slaves.

Criminology of accuracies.

Currency of trade for the constant and incoherent

roadmaker repetitions.