A crave for peace is not flow’s death
I was lain fully moving in parched box
So much to do in the urgent debris
A sweeping, changing of the guardesses

Mother music bleached of feel
The shadow became the galaxy
I knew I was thinner than once was speck
A thin line gaping at the heart station

Gushing warmth turned to fire instead
Dry petrol transmutation - sadsadsad!
Demand and supply reserved for them
Enjoy-It’s the real thing-Open Happiness

Nuclear ablaze of invisible woman
It’s ok to stroke the ashen pain
They carry the salt do these ducting veins
From the rocks of us every family