Now I get to love
the angular dimension
I'm left in my cube, my head's prison
With the spirit of sacrifice beached I galloped home
In the wind the strategy pissed in the iris scanner
an anti-immigrant, a landmark stain
my human rights reeked like spilled millk
in the northern zenith
the GPS of my eloquence 1
cunningly netted the captain beyond the sea to a vow
a deserter in the eyes of the prosecutor
a juror choir and an organist judge
rushed my milky sentence
a domestic white lie
Now I get to love
the angular dimension
I'm left in my cube, my head's prison
six walls
eight corners
six times eight
lifetime sentences
a black flag turns white laundry grey
rebellion
murdered by law
Now I get to love
the angular dimension
I'm left in my cube, my head's prison
Now I get to love
the angular dimension
I'm left in my cube, my head's prison
Now I get to love
the angular dimension
I'm left in my cube, my head's prison
six walls on a cube
new frames on icons
six walls on a cube
six frames on icons
1. "elokuutio" has a double meaning of "eloquence" or "living cube"