Irreverent arsenic of lake bottom
was seeping in me...
I was riding on waves, moon-stuck.
The nude shot of anemone,
blindfolded after the criminal assault.
Why they were throwing the lewd comments?
A raw cave of white pain,
drags the deity out and dances on hawthorns.
The butchers become sick,
sick to the bones.
king was not wise,
wise was not king.