End of sister Ray
His eyelids falling making closure
All is cuts and bites
The film is on tonight
He's the Tsar of White Light
and spins the world in cocoon-posture
Swallow his tail good night
It's like a foetus-flight
He has lost his land
and moves the feet of ice in ocean
No one there that can
break his crystal tan
Touch me where I am!
Wanna drag attraction to repulsion?
That boy becomes a man
I am changing name to him
We must all mistake
our brittle worries and our hunger
to save these haunting words
to stay this longing world out longer