See these storms in the wind, coming and shining in the womb,
every child is speaking Along hedges while dogs are barking
buldings of lights in fame, Apollo with his lights Shining in brains
of eletric radiantion, if i need to love myself, over wild forest of human

Soul'', needing to stay behold the wall, eagles broking as bottles,
                                                                        I trust in you: Christ!

Ghosts aside one picture in a grey scene at evening, fingers of tigers
flying in waves Apart, caves deeping in smoke, flames and woods in
wings of gloves, deserts eyes, My passion in her skin, touching bones
and our grass tone inside my voice, echos Of  our iron by vains above
a ocean of a bory traffic, to be resting in peace you would To become
a hunter of sheeps, cars opening doors of a silver pain, touch me, a bear

And the beers as foods to thise monkeys opening the mournings with
shadows in front Watches and a rain exploding bombs as warns and
                                    glasses in river, wine or blood in ''our soul stream''!