Inhaling the silence deeply

I smell a lime tree in the Lebanon

Feel its solitude, its isolation

Tightly close my eyes, because

I can’t remember what it is

I have to forget

Vacant eyes with

Nauseating sight strut

A cruel distortion

A violent paradise

Of popular poses

That become a hallow

Antique night

Creator of recollections, maker of memories

Possessor of impulse, giver of echo

That rings in the ear, the sound of song

Of dance that rents my solitude my silence

Which is slashed like a canvass screen

Happiness pours forth unconfined

Unfettered,  I extinguish my light

Clasp my illuminations and dream

Lifeless beauty that lives everlasting

Time that reason cannot change

O enchanted torture you have stolen

The taste from my mouth

Masked I against the spectre of reality

Let them see you

Grin, Grin, Grin

Then reach inside your head

Look, behold and see

The new apostate

That incubates within

there is a stranger that I knew

perhaps you know him too

a stranger with velvet eyes

and dust on his tongue

A thousand words

Within me gently fade

As I write about hate

Underwater

For Underwater everyone

Sounds the same