of lost enchantment out of blue
from the bitter fruits
by spoiled thoughts.
Feeble possibility to see
new twinkling sunrises,
never more disjointed ends
Connected to universal flows,
wings of tiger,
you’ll carry home our dreamtime.
High hopes in future of sailors,
we have seen the last crime.
Celebrating red wine in bloody fingertips
behind closed doors.
Beyond Mi#! Sitting in the blazing dark.