It is so startling
how precise...

Even though blindfolded to that
it is only ourselves...

Your breasts are
mountain haves of honey and zest...

O darling, o darling in this cage you’ll never...
There was a man...

To be her Lover
you must rediscover...

She always dances
amid her skirt...

The bitter taste of pain
glossing us...

How life and death are
clinging on to each other...

Butterflies, butterflies
here and there...

To the 'Like-Minded' Mobs
What you are...

I shall remain a mystery,
like everything else...

I see in my dream the messiah's coming!
I see the messiah's coming...