I wanna have sex with a renewal without power -
How bare forrests reminds one of people standing
making you look tired and old
the earth is destined to be a black planet -
As a child I respected everything, everyone -
now I've grown harm to the fact
that respect itself may be culprit -
I'm not alone in this - you're suspect too
there's no such thing as loving another person
yet let us come longer, let us triumph -
and gaze into the witch's eye, marvel
at being unborn, though addressing life
through an unshorn impossible distance.
You lurch back into the past with your nonsense...