he goes away   in search of a rose   in a drowning empty dawn   a paranoid dreamscape      he goes away   along all their empty faces   and all the blinded ears   no one helps him and no one carries him   running away....      and he carries a heart in his hand   a southfruit germ in the northern lands   drifting and drifting fornever to dwell      he goes away   a tousand people but alone   in a touch of misanthrophy   and a wish to escape   from this reality