How many eyes you have
To speak to me
How many mouths you [now] say are
Looking at me
How many teeth were sad
How many were in solitude
Others were different
They weren't born for the floor
Self-evident
Will be born in each hand
Livid and conscious
For wine and for bread
Kiss of sweet poison
I want yes and I want no
For the fire of the repentant ones
They challenge the heart