Two light lines awake dusty things  They cut up the darkness with rage    the lines of light…    Dirty, shapeless objects that cry  They are left in their sad stillness    the lines of light…    You, brave lines light empty and pain  You, sweet lines light silence and loss    Corpuscles and waves, the lines of light…    From the small holes you run away   From the great sleep you are afraid    Corpuscles and waves, the lines of light…    All inside remains lost and unreal  All inside remains wet and cold    Corpuscles and waves, the lines of light…