And the command of a peculiar army,Made up of alphabet.For my flag is writing and my vessel lying.

All the things I wanted to sayAll the stuff I'd prefer hidden away.Over sharing.Reluctant.Bored and dead.Looking at the moon,Trying for once new stuff.Waiting for it to turn red.Changing a small minuscule thing.Yet, every hour is confused with yesterday.The stars that away.My blood turned into eggs.Is it cold or my head?Too late for tell tale.

Procedimientos,Deliberaciones y razones,¿Qué expectativas?Excluyamos el sexo.Y ningún humano "sensato" querrá el trato.El romance da por sentado,La penetración física y el contacto.Sin acceso a un cuerpo...¿Qué posibilidades?¿El deseo imposible de estar, charlar y ya?¿Es que, sin ello, a nadie le importa que existo?Mejor el gato.

Je comprends un mot.Ma première mot ça un mot triste.Oubliez.Qu'est la mémoire quand la oubliez manges la vie?Qu'est le cerveau quand il finit comme le vent?Je oubliés.Je suis perdu dans l'univers.

Impúdica, Le miro el trasero.¿Que otra cosa puedo?De espaldas.Con traje azul acero recién planchado a horas de oficina.Y los calzones por encima,Canelos.Allá.Al menos a 7 metros por el suelo y unos 3 hacia el cielo.Tengo que torcer el cuello.Porque sus piernitas con mallas negras,Se aferran a una rama.No me ve.Son mis pisadas,Las que provocan vuelo.

The polished gem of sky,Attached to the again gold, dried earth.On the forged ring,The green emerald pine a stranger from the past.The jewel dropping it's green stones away.A land where trees say bye.Evergreens chewed into dust...( Misunderstand and add termite)The rest thirsty and mush.My spring waits for rain.

Shine and bling,Din din,A rain drop pirouetting down,Its luster absorbed.Communicated through phone.The one below of mycelium, of course.Refreshened the tree leaves,Washed the skies.Even the dying grass, greener to mind.And light!What to utter about the sun left behind?Wonders!Waves and particles the right time,Blues to sing life,Maroons to golden revived.The darkness upon,A gift to rejoice.

I move a little, they change,Scurrying aside.Hey hey,Dance.Un, deux, trois...The orchestra crunches.A step back, go forth.Masks on hands.And the sun beams,They dapple as they hop and glide.My hand above,A sun eclipse.