Totally odorous in the air.
I bend huge graves among the sky.

Awaken! The devil continues.
So glowing behind the tomb.

You breed violent lights below the grave.
Alass, Alack! The thought felt good.
Evil and heavy above the spirits.
I pull blue roses out of gods.

Will you dig? The end is over.

Scared curious,
on the edge of the world.
No words left unstained.

In whose arms
the lost man
leaves his home
and misses his turning?


- "...whom, more than your blacks, your vast eyes would enslave."