I woke up with a feeling
to change the light in this garden.
But all I could find you trying to land
in my secrets with your big jaw.
I see your shape undulating in a swamp
And the composition in the bottom of your eyes.

Not in vain I dig to find the way
To true waves
And with a needle mends the broken pieces

An anchor was thrown into the flesh of your figure.
You are the one that does not recognize 
the fly of a bird and only the Wasteland.

Yes, you, carboniferous man,
There’s nothing in your story that’s human. 
You always ride dirty railways through obscure corners.

Coward, you ran down to ruinous walls
Look at the shades that darkened the twilight (see the
Shades that darkened at twilight)
Look at all the tracks on the sidewalk of power (look at all the tracks
Of power)
In your dream where the penumbra still lies (in the dream where
Still, lies the gloom).

I blow your fire with the smell of
Sacred wine, imploring for an eighth

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