you can speak the bigger eves are lies

the silence burns you, you can close your eyes

waiting to be over, to be over

you can beat the bigot man

the sucker of his slave

to be over to be over

the pain and again

I'll make it good

the first rat, it's followed logic blind in a stranger

to be over to be over

the first time I saw you here

your skin was still intact

the shore caressed you

your violent face, in cruciform(?) for saints

then in doubt, for seconds now

the shaking hoops revolve

undecided, undecided, injured out of place

still frozen intact, it's blown apart, flameless brain

still cry to the years, its sentiment is weightless

too much time is weightless

still cry to the years, a stillborn suffers

strangers laugh out loud }

the prey is in a predator }

shadows guns and wallets silence } chorus

fleetingly wounded and shaking the sweat}

on the infants undermine