My blood, my pain, my revolution
Out of my green dreams, that all I love
A symbolic sound ran over my dead body
That caution of alarmed star
Comes down safely to my kernels
And the crow eats as a widower
Inhabiting into my dawn frankly
Waited a shadow of a deflective sun
And moves there and inside
To the roots where I seed its corpus
Among stars becomes purpled
And at each moment would say come lord
To feel as bad as good
Once it heard me shouting at dark
I claimed not to be captured
In all disasters as much as it could run
Written over the pile of sands
Near the shore or far away
The story of each one life
As I was born, I will die