Dictator

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 Day.