In my domain I am the child again
lost in labyrinth of stairways...

Was it necessary to see,
what you wanted me to see...

The king
made a fun of our poverty...

Vast emptiness preceded him,
when he stood inside a glass on road...

It was past endurance.
Flattened rage went into shaking palsy...

Let me go first in the cave
to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face...

Watching from pin hole
lamps of baked clay...

Looking beyond the window
I always wanted to shut my eyes...

It was a mediocre crowd.
You wanted to touch...

My lips are black,
I am drunk...

Did not make anything
out of himself. He was afraid...

Peace at stake,
it worked...