The well

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Listen well!
Once upon a time, three strawberries were dancing on a windowsill.
Listen well!
One single time, a man got hungry. The red drum of his chest beated like the wings of a soaring hawk; his body gleamed gray as the iron of an arrow. His hands - splayed canvas, five-fingered ships - flapped, like the feelers of a famished giant snail; they rose in the air.
Open your ears as the man flared his eyes!
At once he saw It. Saw the Redness, the Brightness embodied. He saw, he did! He saw three strawberries dancing on the windowsill.
Sorrow upon all the straw which isn't as red as those three strawberries dancing on that windowsill!
Face shining with glee, a man opened the window - the red drum of his chest beating like a herd of mad violins. Maddeningly red they were, Brightness embodied, were they, the three berries of the straw redness!
Sorrow! The raving man opened the window. With clever hands he climbed onto the windowsill. So raw with hunger was he, his eyes burned and ash cascaded down his cheeks.
Listen well, the man was breathing hoarsely, so hungry was the horse of his lungs! His pupils, dark and deep, looked like a hole, a deep well. The man had a hole in his trousers and two gaps on his face. Almond-shaped gaps ; his eyes were two deep wells.
Listen well!
The man crouched on the windowsill flapped his hands, let one finger follow one frenzied strawberry.
Follow, follow! He did, the hollowed one! He followed a dancing strawberry on the windowsill. His inside horse kicked in a frenzy, drum drum! He blinked, and wind rushed around him like a bloodfall.
A man fell from a windowsill, crumpled on the ground. Aye, broken doll he was. He fell beside the Old Woman's well.
Listen well! There was ash on his cheeks and his eyes were like stone.
Listen well, three strawberries are chuckling, above on a windowsill!

Listen well, Child! Do not let mad hunger drive you! Do not let the strawberries of desire break your little head! Do not let the Old Woman's well have your young blood!
Listen well!