What I say is not theatrical
in the usual sense...

(old one)
They conspired against songs...

Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...

In absolute darkness I saw you
like a shining object...

Now is nothing
And everything...

Injustice and betrayal
would never be erased...

Everything is packaged in the prison of time
until it grows soul...

Look, isn't it fairer
where I am the only one...

Always seeking light
while sorely learning only...

If I have come in dress thou hast garmented for...
I would have found thy garment, not thee...

They sing of thee
they worship thee on their knees...

Fleeing from herself
the giddy kitten of clock...