where will I go to huntour own hour togetherI fell into the nightand melted almost to waterI could not hear and this made me fearthat there was some thief of noise
when at a distance the enemy appear on a hillit is no disaster for the hillthe water singing to the bridgeis past all fearthe night itself is safehowever we roar
I have cut myself muchfrom the bluntness of the razorhere where a boatmust not drink the waterhere was the flagmakerhere was the discourse of the cornlike a lost bad governmentplaying at cards