And like the light shall eat each sky
I am a lust which will not die,
I hearken not to hearts of men
but sing the words of thirst and then
I whisper in the universe
a balloon's sigh which will not burst
to withered will, or earthly thirst.
Come hide away the tides, come forth
my lucid light in skies of north
and I will truly eat thee,
come forth
I shall defeat thee,
for I am sky
of lust to die.
And in the bang of this balloon
the universe shall find it's tune.