High tension awakened to nothing
But the serene twilight of a cascading dawn
Reserved in this constant position
With water to Ice and its brisk measure martyred

Against the radiance despite falling lunar rays
Here all drunken sunken minds reside
Having clear vision, despite misfortune’s distortions

The emotion of nature and imitations thereof
Evident in just cause and no coincidence from above
Gaze along the window and listen to these streams
For vigilance, clouds pass no longer in our dreams