Run down to a Black hole,
Get with a Lion pride, a curb,
Speak with me, where all past years flew
Or who gash away the sun’s heart
Awake thee to hear Ants whispers
Or move me toward a spirit chants
Serves soothing to a dying soul.
And if thou ever be blind to sight
Unable and surreal to love’s sight
Ridding yonder and yonder the galaxy
Until the days of time assume that of Darkness
Will thou sooth my ears, with all thy unique encounters,
Strange men’s love, secrets tales.
And be just
No surface on earth
Assumes a woman with patient and fairness.
But if through a means thou discover such a specimen,
As rough as the sea,
Such a journey is like a honey.
Ay, don’t tend a fool, and my soul is never to joy in such
Though at thy cross-road we shall see thy humbleness, truthfulness at past,
But till a day thou stroll down a valley
There she will welcome two, three men to thy room
Sharing thy sweetest fruit to them.