In my dreams there is a bird and it sings all night long there is a fish in a river who's lost it's memory a worn work shirt that smells strongly of love there is a man and a woman clocking out at dusk there is someone I can never remember and in the Inn of night there's a dead man a stranger at the window.
In the sandy dunes of words And the sparkling foams of light He riots as a snake would do With his forked tongue - 'tween the Unlet- Tered stones of a sunny graveyard.