A quelle heure will you stir in your slumber?
And rise like dough, with a yawn that shows
A sun-yellow stationary tongue
And yawn
You woke the fox again
Caught her catching oxygen
Wind the blinds from inside
Scanning the landscape
White sky hits your lids, propel away like a squid
and rest your mantle cavity
And yawn
You woke the fox again
Caught her catching oxygen
