I'm coiling in your arms
And I will only love you
In the long run
I love you and in my arms
If you do love me,
we extend.
Your carousel enchanted me,
whirling
Around the feeling of
Drowning
And the earth began to waltz
Sure that the bottom of ashtrays
Is not neat
You call me for help
My dear, my love and madness
My planet.
And you want silence
Do you really want some?
White light-years
Above
There was the rustle of your wings
And large blasts calling us
In the long run
Always flows wind up
And count me vomit
among them
Gold for sure is not far
Look carefully
Sutures and stitches
Do nothing
Where does this creature in a long dress come from?
And this rocket, still oblong
That stands.
It is proud and straight as an arrow
Who can guess how to tell it
To stop?