Why... am I lolling here about...?
Dead bodies of mine-horses and canaries...
Breathing broken dreams about...
You and your soft white skin
Of course embracing arms...
The eyes of yours... bathing in sunlight
In needle-points black of mineWhat... am I seeking after...?
If I've seen all angels above clouds... waiting...And devils fraying their palms down... there... Seeing these infirm footsteps Through this world or anyone
In and out... in and out...