I am a body now
That could have not been
Except for my eyes
Each point of fossilized light
I am blue water
Like the skylight
In this land
Where everything born dies
May I speak the language of the stones
When I walk in the village of your synapses?
May I speak the language of the stones
When I walk in the village of your synapses?
I burn despite the cold
In the most isolated land
Where everything is broken
The mother language
Where the sorrowing
Words are the nothingness
May I speak the language of the stones
When I walk in the village of your synapses?
May I speak the language of the stones
When I walk in the village of your synapses?
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