The beast did not see the lamb.
It saw only meat...
I have been kept a prisoner,
a prisoner of being alive...
Oh yes—
it’s always a good pitch that does it...
The bird,
an agitation...
War begins
the moment...
Why do we trust
the tyranny of sizes...
I know that I will love
Living my life every day...
Oh yes,
it’s always a good pitch that does it...
A star burns, flickers
within the fractures of these faces...
I kneel to pray
for this mind of mine...
Always within you,
is watching you...
Only the mad
can wrestle the self...