Scrape up the burned out body   Put my feeling on to it,   fix it and let it   flow in the stream of time      Give anxiety to the continuous rain   Shake off the tainted ashes   Advance, retrace, always raining   at the beginning   Rain an incantation of amnesia   Fill in with felocity and imitation      For whom we travel?   An opened wind vent is filled with   the ready made articles   Realized at the last moment   Depth of affection, consequence   upon infatuation, shame of lacking,   fake conversations   The endless dependence on   top of my fist   Let sound release it      Feet took off for the place   Not to fear, only doubts keep swelling   Forget to worry and keep remaining   Liberation is to hold hands in the back   And summon only words