Far from the work
Far from the rabble
Alone in the hall
buying my ticket
structures of bones
hang at the ceiling
watching the fish
with crabs on the bottom
Empty days
Lethargy
no one can find me
Near the sun
near her flames
all your worries lit on fire
Near the sun
near her flames
burn the pile and retire
the snobby frown from our mainland
smothered in this hot dry sand
slowly free yourself from its confinement
I’m making my notes
exploring the island
I laugh at the boats
I’m yielding my rebirth
endless tides
when I’ll leave
it’s moving on and on
Near the sun
near her flames
all your worries lit on fire
Near the sun
near her flames
burn the pile and retire
the pressure to achieve be damned
smothered in this hot dry sand
slowly free yourself from its confinement
Slowly merge yourself with your surroundings
