Из альбома: Island Intervals
I require liquid Europa
hacking at her frozen globe for an iota
I have an unbridled ideation
jumping over every moon with indignation
velvet antlers out of reach
knowing no anchor and knowing no beach
I make a frost flower demarcation
I lay down in tightened boots with vegetation
velvet antlers out of reach
knowing no anchor and knowing no beach
Europa, throw the spear
I am only a lone white deer with a prior far, faraway velvet antlers in late
decay
I don’t want to know anything in the least
every animal is a certain kind of beast
I don’t want to know about anything in the least every animal is a certain kind
of beast