There will come others
in my deepest part
That awaits me
as if at home
Watching what I am
without end
looking at faces
Looking behind
those that wears them
Without turning
from my inside climate
when it meets the ground
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
There will come others
in my deepest part
That awaits me
as if at home
Watching what I am
without end
looking at faces
Looking behind
those that wears them
Without turning
from my inside climate
when it meets the ground