The moon is already appearing between the clouds
and your face, in this last light,
gives you away in the final scene
of Sherlock Holmes' favorite case
you nailed yourself to the cross
and you stayed...
definitely still
a thirsty camel in the desert you write
lost the beans in your stove
lost the signs of the rhyme
nor are you paranoid...
nor is anyone chasing you
just try to find
br/>your space
when around you
everything is narrowing
the immortals are
underground
and their ashes will be lost,
like everything else,
without leaving a trace
the moon is already appearing between the clouds
and your face, in this last light,
gives you away in the final scene
from the favorite case of sherlock holmes
you nailed yourself to the cross
and you stayed...
definitely still
you have left the stubborn house
of a sad and helpless past
and as long as a sitar raga
on repeated magnetic tape
as the memory of a city
whose pain...
already It doesn't concern you
just try to find
your space
when around you
everything is narrowing
the immortals are
underground
and their ashes will be lost,
like everything else,
without leaving a trace
just try to find
your space
when around you
everything narrows
the immortals are
underground
and their ashes will be lost,
like everything else,
without leaving a trace
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