Memory is creeping
Up my unwithered hand
A bird is going
Down my unfozen river
My dolefully neglected reason
Is mourning over my unkilled soul
I fly outside all dimensions
Sounds, looks, knives and bullets
Sneak secretly through me
White cold, winter and mould
Creep leisurely into my house
Deadly horror
Surronds my body
I fly outside all dimensions
I don't feel touches
I don't remember what I know
I'm outside the frame of people's conceptions
I don't believe in days and night
I don't hear others' utterances
I've thrown my tongue over my shoulder
I fly outside all dimensions