| To the silence of my back To the silence of my back a roaring tsunami in-a-breath indulgences speak in patterns of paisley sinking into tale-holder sands universal deserts, hermit dwellings we are a field of dreamers dread the bards that hold lotus in their bloomed hands, wearing hats that can rest anywhere, availing to the final midnight hour there, all is layed bare shalome � 2004 |