And The Verse Falls To The Soul

For Now I Ask No More Than The Justice Of Eating.

My Soul Is An Empty Carousel At Sunset.

Death Arrives Among All That Sound Like A Shoe With No Foot In It, Like A Suit With No Man In It, Comes And Knocks, Using A Ring With No Stone In It, With No Finger In It, Comes And Shouts With No Mouth, With No Tongue,with No Throat. Nevertheless Its Steps Can Be Heard And Its Clothing Makes A Hushed Sound, Like A Tree.

Pale Blind Diver, Luckless Slinger, Lost Discoverer, In You Everything Sank!

The Ardent Hymn That Unites Peoples.