Trouble's approaching my face (yes it does)
The lock is being broken by
An incomparable force (I'd say a menace).
Yes, it's slowly opening, like a birth,
like the creation of life, as if the entire
door was the gate of existence - the eternal
Bond to a constantly moving universe.
I'm shivering (yes I do), because it's almost there,
Before my eyes. There's a noise, rejecting from itself any
Possible description, rejecting all meanings I try to give
It. It makes me tremble more than the look of the lock,
Whick took, takes and breaks my fading bravery.
My, oh my, it's wide open and filled with smoke.
Far away in this reversed image, water shines in the sky
And earth's raging down the air - laughing cats are playing
The bass guitar
And books falling high from the stars (I swear it, I really do).
Thus far, I can't say I'm really surprised,
Desire had been pushing
The lock to show me,
And to tell you
That we could
Really (sure)
Escape.
