Defender of the Wastes

What makes a speech out of words, I have just washed the tombs of lords. Oh, what’s my knot? What’s my knot? You can judge the theme not. Words, trickle of the destructed thoughts Shaped in a dim light. No matter what you say, I am right. Denouement, is that what you’re looking for Or the numb world of an alienated whore?! Are you still seizing the time? Or I am just trying to impose the rhyme? Is music the tool for beauty? Or you want to distort the confusion for purity? Have you read the book “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”? Oh…that’s really a great one! But it’s just the business of the dumb! Oh Masters of the waste land Are you still counting the seasons? Circulation, is that the word You are searching to play? Or a good reason for pastorals To make a pile of hay? Listen to the land and say: “When the sunshines and things are done I find myself alone and my mistress is gone!” It might be the nauseous feeling of an outcast, Or the graveyard style in mourning the time past, I have no aim, are we determined? Or pessimistically trying to blow it through the wind? From deform and artificial essence I am not that much interested hence, Why being entrapped in metamorphosis?! Whoever dares to have zeal for catharsis?! Oh my wing, my wing My straw-like string I am writing to you and sing The notes of nonsense fling In the world of the posts When all the ways are done utmost All the forms, all those repetitious gross, Everything seems notorious Still do I obey the stupid legends of the olds In defending and dressing the stupid codes… Who is the postal outsider? The one within the theme when it comes Or the mere watcher outside?! Theme is crumpled. Oh…someone has just blown his nose in it. Oh purity: Shall I compare thee to a green stuff Or the unreadable inky words? Conscious or unconscious No matter where the stream goes The concept is coming! Oh wing, why don’t you say ever a word? Oh…I have forgotten, You have been disillusioned! I want to ask: Can’t you come when you are disillusioned? Wing: “Yes, why not…!” It seems I am rejecting myself Who am I defending so!? Rhyme is fading May be it has just experienced the climax, So it comes through the tempo again Don’t worry… They say the word never dies Wing, you are an invisible character How the hell you take part Without even one word from your mouth? Oh I have forgotten you are Rejecting some rules. That should be postsomethingsim. To what extent shall I sing These false lines?