The 3rd and the Mortal In This Room STREAM I long for you as a flower longs for the morning dew I long for you A a hind longs for the running streams Frown on me no more and let me smile agaon before I go away and cease to be While I refused to speak my agony was quickened my heart burned within me as the fever rose my eyes are open but I can not see SO PURE so pure once again inhaling the poison aggressive turquoise powdery fluttering oxygen This room this irregular galaxy this glassy stone falling from your skull That's all as if I was alive an event a journey uncompleted But still wishing...... your appearence could melt so pure SOPHISTICATED VAMPIRES This rave masquerade of sophisticated vampires they stride between earthworms entrance the soil they edge along pavements intoxicated vampires evasive evasive escape the resounding bell evasive more evasive sophisticated vampires sent out of this world by a fountain of blood Sort of invisible. - Good evening, Mr. Thompson (you callous guy) - How do you do? - Good evening, Mrs. Thompson (luxuriant madame) - How do you do your hair? - Oh, I recognized you in the crowd even though you were sort of invisible. - Oh yes, I am so satisfied, and I love you both very well Thank you! HARVEST The cat sharpens its claws and runs into the cornfields children playing hide and seek A frail figure dressed in a cape wandering with measured steps haunted by derisive words They want to capture the ogress wandering aimlessly finding pebbles on the ground picking leaves from an oaktree stalks make rents in green sails have some candy she says Far beneath the raging sea lies a monstrous vessel chained men singing elegies DID YOU Built walls of porouse words made labyrinths and steeples which speared the atmosphere a ray of light was let in blinded me shattered my white knuckles I wake under the gray face of a tree dambering in coagulated blood prevail in a life less scenery I grasp 'round the dead wooden stem crawl into the narrow shades The spiders web has caught me and slowly in silk I'm entwined I remember me do you? did you find me? did you kill me? did you bury me? did you? A MYRIAD OF PEEP HOLES The nimbus of the moon reasting on a pitch-dark sky pierced by a needle a myriad of peep-holes illuminating the moist earth against my ear hear the moles industrious search for a lair who throws the serpents swimming in the air By the birches wings are trembling the beetle buzzes waving its feelers come drink with me the moonbeams will make us reel who throws the serpents dancing in the air