« I guess I got what I wanted
Another needle in the back through purified scarification. »

« What remains of the shadow on the rock
of the rotten golden grapes
lying under tired vines
of the heat of burning flames.

What remains of the silence of the calm
of the scent of the rain
and the sound of your voice.

New breath will expire
new flash will grow
another ring will close
deeper mind will born.

What remains of my invisible flight
of my watch on the dreams of the night
What remains of my life in the dark
and the whispers I lift up from the dust.

What remains of the dust on my wings... »