Wee may seem like sojourners, nomads, yet know that we only get there in won peace…
Know Mad
They thirsted
To get
To the next oasis
In the desert
Of long and longing daze
In dispensable brake
In a perpetual spell
Helled fast
Never moving
Lodged in yearning hour keep
Nothing knew
Under the sun
Save for the life
Of a know mad
Each mourning
Rising to the feverish
Pitch
Of high noon AND mid night
At wince
As be moaning
What is
Mirage and reel
Sow scattered
To the win
In a baron land
What can be see’d
As awe asunder
A part from
Being able
To sea
The horizons of life
Sow much amor
Than fecund terrain rex
More than anger re-seeding
And loosing won’s heart
In stead-y
We must travail to gather
Wee we
Soully saying to life
Oui oui
As très sure
Awe together
No madder
Sans any land escape
We abide
