Dreamy flight over the desert haze of
It happened as quick as it could;
Death, the poor peacock beat by childhood
And to Death, ‘til One Half of you died.
It takes you a long time to get on the road
To where you’re going;
Forget about getting there
In One Piece,
A washed up skeleton of the past,
Going farther back as time
Goes farther forward
Meets you in the middle
And suffocates you
From all sides.
You are One;
One piece of brilliant and desperate Life.