holes in the cloth seeds and grain fall from my sides in the gloom my eyes are black stones but how they yawn for light
when silence grips its knuckles white i hear gasping all around
nobody finds his treasure safe in this stillness the wider field where a carcass glows the wider field is darker than the sky
on the wide crystal chandelier with its jewels hanging upwards toward the air
each one a world i do not spoil a crushing beast with pity's stare will charge at me until i am foundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
