Through the lenses of my tears
I could see the world further clear,
I could see myself in close up and near.
In the springs of my tears
I could wash all of my worries and fears.
I could see me all through, pure and sheer.
I could see in the air
all the pollution and purulence disappear.
Through the lenses of my tears
I could see the world
in the eyes of
all the panting,
wounded, deers,
I could see beyond the bars
of nocturnal frontiers.
