No more spoken
I know your pain well
He's in pain.
No more silent
...
Sudanese pregnant
No more of my girls
Falling from the sky to a cypress fork
Blue lighted beauties
But I still
In a tree
On a rock
I'm waking up.
Bloody mouth
Every time he says his name
Seven steps up
Love
As if I did
Commemorating a fucking snake
A golden pedestrian
Three oily arrows
This horned iron horn
Throwing his foal
Look at the ancestors' language.
With my anger
Forty hearth burners
Over forty
Forty prayer
Forty-ported
Forty Key
Forty mind
Forty Days
I've burned a lot.
A mouth on each face
Thousand language in each mouth
On the forty days
Al dragon sleepy sleepy
I Bas
So full of days
Spattering at night
A lifetime of ours
...
I know the city you live in
He's in town
No more spoken ...