I feel her when it's dark
because the glimmering moon keeps me awake
After rainy evening nothing is dry
and from the courtyard the fog dazzles
The red dawn knew that I would bleed
"Look towards Death, see yourself die"
Dark parapsychedelia inside the house
I raise my gaze and I raise the mug
Present, my messenger
Cold against skin
In place-bound shape
She isn't with God