The thrill of watching,
descent of reddened sun...

There was existence,
without space...

There was the hunger
and suicide...

The ostrich problem
of catalepsy...

You were sitting on a honeycomb
I wanted a life...

It was a mediocre crowd.
You wanted to touch...

While going my way, searching an eternal flame
I confront an extraordinary trauma...

The cult, the?
rape were also in play...

What is the relevance now
to live for a cause...

Pupil was on parole.
You abandon the inexhaustible...

Fraternising
the needles...

Move on. O city, you
were not worth of...