Come, become my mirror to read the backward. Script
wards have failed me.
The sea is turbulent
and I am laying flowers at your feet.
What was is your eyes
unfathomable like a da Vinci?
Hold my trembling hands
I am going to dropp the gems.
Nobody will agree with me
there was a face on the wall.
Bare as the night moon of October
I have undone my beliefs.
A loincloth was sufficient to hide the birth.
Ceremony has begun to knead the lies.
Use your death as the furnace of life
where knives are sharpened to start the healing.
A stranger has come as the guest of the house
answers should not insult any question.
