Poison from the borderless

If I'll go to a place which is quiet

am I looking for peace -

where the mountains don't even whisper

but I can feel their heat

waking up on sea, matressed out with a door wide open to greet me

you retrieve me

theres a slug in my room and I can't go to sleep

theres an ache in my head and it won't let me be

thinking, slowly.

Sit around scarved

wanting to sing, to be heard

but not on this night

off to bed sleepy head

and then hear the ring

some-body is playing

wherever he is sitting

'are you shy or can I …'

'we can play louder on the mountain...'

no treking shoe, just walk it through

a canapy, a blanket, a sweet little bedlet

and play and sing

voices' sweet and sharp and high

and so is his sugar cane

from matted locked,

and sunbaked ly

open up wide

and listen to the tide

and listen to the tide

and listen to the tide

and listen to the tide

and listen to the tide

and listen to the tide

and listen to the tide

he hes dogheat

and I I am dry sheet

in the meat

without a thought

wipe up with a jeep

little feet pattering

need to go to sleep

and thumble down the hill

stones fly

maybe I'll die

and hes ahead

and I am unstead-y

a bedoin had had,

before the light came back to care for me

to make him retreat

into hut, palace for a mutt

a white horse must cover him

over limbs of asalaya

shield him to dark time

to have his stinging again and again 

later.