
I was lost
Static
To nowhere I was able to move
Nothing to hear was clear
My temple was covered with black crêpe
With a feminine scent
My state seemed likely to over
Until I felt it lively rovers!
By the killing scent
Embracing my wet lazy face
Oh my lazy face
Evolving
Devolving
Responding to the glitter density
And how it moves
As I remain static, a bit longer
A bear voice!
A sound that wasn’t wrapped with silk!
Muted the humming
Ended the touching of the crowd
And there, where the combat began
And with my vision
I was indulged
With such a battle
And as we were listening,
Every time it begins, it ends,
With another sight of insight.
And another bear voice……..................................................