We are evil in the light
We prod luminous icons above the flock
Tighten up your wig! The day is dying
All colorful beside the ground
I stroke transparent fears about the air
Repent! The sin will be born
Totally yellow over the fog
We meet glittering lights beside the dream
Awaken! The stink is over
opaque intangible
on the edge of the world
empty hands
To what end
my father
chase his dream
in the late light