In a cage of bones:
Some little winged creature's usually there
I feel it beat its wings on the inside of my chest
And it startles the lungs-
The lovers, as the Universe-
Who taste the muse
And he feels
Knocking on the door of his cage,
Wonders how to let them go
And everything else,
Surely death would ensue,
But the next great adventure is to take me with you
Through some unknown dimensions
Time is irrelevant to whom...
But for now, do you remember the two stars above the festival in the summer?