My heart is dreaming, what a nightmare, is it not
a bag, not a horse, not a lantern, is it not a
garland, not an altar, not a bell, is it not
on this torture board, not a peacock, is it not bad
, you and I are good,
you and I are east and west, north and south,
what a strange image, all headless, is it not
one with The earth is the finned of the pigeon, is not the
carpet flower rotten, is it not the head of the
shaved head of the story, is it not not afraid
of this blackness
in you are radiant, is it not not
afraid of the death of
the sea itself is blue, is it not bad
in this dream, you and I are good,
I and you are east and west, my north and my south,
your hand is still your only structure, is not
with you on a sad Friday? What an open heart, isnt
your voice endless at the beginning, isnt it a
dream of this eastern shame, how cute is the dream,
dont be afraid of this blackness, dont you fear the
death of
your sea blue, dont you give bad in
this dream, you and I are good,
you and I are east and west, north and south
in this dream, give it bad, you and I are good, we are good,
I And you are east and west, north and south
