Their gifting spirits
live on in their absence...

This makes no sense.
What is this sound...

All my innocence
couldn't wow a wolf out of...

There is just one message
and everything else is...

O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...

Smile in the mirror with all your cries,
all your tender spots, raw...

Look how the moth swapped
its withered yellow wings with...

Our countenances—
nothing but impressions...

Hand and guitar,
the corresponding frolics in the mirror...

When music is fine
what difference does it make...

O dear there is music in my ears
I swear...

Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...