On that day you peacefully passed
from your family...
A steady pulse
then everything crescendos...
You worry about being the target again,
a political pawn...
Everything about this night
is wrong: the heat of autumn...
The true dance of nature,
Consists of many things...
-
I've walked countless miles...
.
You've drowned the pain...
I ask myself what I really want from you.
How can I excavate my truth if you are...
A ghastly face remains still
unable to fully communicate...
Steer clear of logic,
For there are forces present...
You are needed on this Earth,
so riot against the habits...
-
I act as a roaming villager...