My walls are movin`. Morning agony.
The spirit of wet air.
Dry caustic phrases drink our blood
and even change despair.
Trough The indigo smilin` crazy stars-
wane streams of light.
I silly pester sleeper dawn
to fire my sight.
Ay feel the spring in viens-
The best of ever drugs
I wilt stay for to-morrow day
if it sure comes
Soft drinks and morning agony…
**where art true Gods??**
Mad stars in holy waiting for...
Hands out of gloves.
The laugh of silence -just like thy,
malicious and new
Thou outface fantasy of mine
And I believe You, I believe You...
Orient year
© Copyright: Mantra, 2002
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