What can I say, I am inane in all attempts to be insane

And even letter s, that lost from first word don’t

Give the answer to the run of wolf who’s going west,

To catch the sunset last rerun for the eternity of test

Beyond the absence of the moon to cry to in the last

Attempt to be forgiven by the flock of birds he ate

Too long ago to feel so hungry that the rest of us

Would think about poor guy, left in the desert just to die

In the convulsions of the fit of this amazing appetite.

So as we run along the phone in our desire to reach

The fire, that long gone into the absence of the sun

By far as little as the one, who tries to stop the

Hurricane from spilling drops of starting rain

On surface of so pressures pool in full and cold

Snowballs of  rust, that covers our past .