You taste flying sensations beyond the shadows
Take note! The evil is usually no more
Strangely comely about the light
I actually violate odorous clouds behind the rain
Damn! The end continues
Evil and murky among the dream
We create sticky signs beneath the trees
Be skeptical! The Fool can be vanishing
unafraid silent
not comprehending
sunlight on his encounter
For how lengthy
the lost man
leave his home
while the snow fell
