The innermost music of Blood

Decomposes - morbidity and stink

Yammering floats its wrack

Above wide fields


The old province gets filled up

Thought becomes a statue

It survives on a whole lotta dream

As it just got torn


Despite my blindness sometimes I see:

That blue songs tinkle

Hump-backed Calmness

The mourning march passing away


their well-deep eyes: dim and grim

With cryptic faces

ANd they're sprinkling the dust

On the Sea - Field gravel