The moments, taken and captured. Through the sight.
Through the touch, imagined or real ? I believed.
Yes, O sir man, is the place. To believe in the trees.
Life and givers of pain. Negotiators of love and profit.
Decrease the size, the ego and name. Love is, the adventure.
Mighty winds, carried the images, from heart to heart.
You believe, in the machine, producer of profits. Let it go.
Let it see... Binded and blinded, let it see...
Conservatively aware, I fulfilled by entrance and enemies
Of ever-lasting names, I see, I deepened the wound.
Coral ambers, sweetness and honey. Let it bleed.
For a man is not a man, so spiritually devoid.
Of anchor, love is a another.