
You are a strange and fascinating person!
A ten is not enough.
Our eyes are enslaved by the sight of the pyres,
Cast under the yoke of our own death.
Uttermost the drugs that have led us thus far
The eyes, the poison, the vision, the might,
But still we don`t probe the silence.
Here I am rolled and rolled by the stream.
The state of foam,
The moaning of the winds.
Over
The
Cracked roads,
Through the reeds
Of the
marches,
Hollow voices
blow
And the leaves
Bow down
to
Other masters.