en frappant la terre, elles accélèrent leurs mouvements

There is a woman with light flooding from her eyes. She lies flat on a rough cot in a long-forgotten block in a deserted town. "American West", "Russian Siberia", it does not matter. Empirical dust, empire's folly. Only the people are forgotten and States feast on their crumbling corpses. I don't know how to stop the light. No one has come into the room for a long time. I can't stop the bloodied…