Dikt av Spoon Jackson.
I go where the wind hides
When it's not blowing.
I watch the clouds gobble
Up the moon.
I see my thoughts, my feelings,
My love crash
Like seas on ships.
I stand on top of swords and spears.
I walk up on endless staircases and mountains
On the tips of giant nails
Drinking spirits out of huge goblets.
My heart pounds against no chest.
I know not what to tell it
Crowded in solitude.
Too many souls alone to be
One body.
The moon's a defaced minted silver dollar.
It sleeps alone in its own universe.
No longer a star.
Today I died.
I died yesterday and tomorrow.
At night I fly.