I let off steam back and forth in the corner of
your cage
I think of nothing else
Decomposed by the rehashes, demolished by the reconstructions
Above the batch of plebeian love
I have long been boldly perched
I think of nothing else
Decomposed by the rehashes, demolished by the reconstructions
Above the batch of plebeian love
I have long been boldly perched
Leaning against the bars of a plausible deceit
I did not want to budge
I try to extract my beak from your flesh
It's hard, I turn around in your aviary
In a half-dead numbness
I did not want to budge
I try to extract my beak from your flesh
It's hard, I turn around in your aviary
In a half-dead numbness
I dream that I will fly over you, bringing my vision
beyond the horizon
I have acquired a certain expertise of the valleys
I think only in difference of height
I think, not to believe it
I have acquired a certain expertise of the valleys
I think only in difference of height
I think, not to believe it
April 2010