Slow and swollen
Nervously desiring and embracing
All of the cliffs
It returns once again
Frankly unconvincingly
And clumsily
The sky is doing her best
To hide the ships of night
Searching alleys for an answer
But the streets are deadly silent
They don't tell me if you're still alive
They don't tell me what to decide
Y la intriga va el viajero
A castigar
I was hiding
More often desiring, demanding
Even more often
I said, "I am here as well"
Within the dismal lair
Between the secrets and the hungers
I could hear distinctly
The feral breath
Vile, detestable, like ducks and geese
Were our tears when we deceived ourselves
I was afraid of not existing
In the season of our sleep
Embracing stones
And then receding back again
I monkey the world