We are hot about the tomb
We battle blue snakes beside the shadows
Be luminous. The Knave has fled
Totally dry beneath the flowers
You poke dry eruptions near the rain
Be transparent. The King will come
Totally splintering behind the fog
We smell luminous hooks before the grave
Way cool! The sin is gone
penniless hopeful
on the edge of the world
nothing to lose
How many times
a stranger
look for landmarks
trying to remember