I stare out of this telescope,
it isn't mine...

You have danced across the ocean
never sinking with each signature...

Chains of temperature outlived us,
confiscating day paths...

You have entered my soul
with your love...

I thought I was his friend
the kind who doesn't know...

Before you and I were stirred
into vanishing trickles of taste...

I think for myself and bury my dreams
where others have dried the soil...

The red-stained lark
stitched his libretto...

I cannot keep my eyes
burning a hole through...

I twist and chew and braid
my hair backwards, leaving...

Oh Lord,
I have no taste for life anymore...

Choice: the power to decide on an action with free...
Individual reliance...