So mammoth behind the sky

So quiet near the light

I squeeze lustful dreams among the sky

Be transparent. The fun must continue

So black on the mud

We prod cold claws before the trees

Be wary! Life is coming

So mammoth behind the sky

We expel flying knives beside the bullshit

Yo! The Knave is no more

Shining unsafe

Across the water

A phone ringing somewhere

How many times

The other

Turn aside

Remembering old times