Faso, make me ******* mad!
So that, when waters in mon mind are blank,
The dismal merging with the divine in my head
Would not crawl up to sleep on pristine river bank.

So that my memory would not recall
Reminiscence by seaside on an august night
I may be true to poem, but I keep the word
Not whispered once into the ears of your holy kind.

You're but a girl, you're but a sea.
And friendship's what I want to keep.
But heart is blurting out words I long to drop
For you to reap.

The outro on "roses"
Is for us to stay as one
Hell, no matter what
Until the night when moon replaces sun

I'll read this poem once
All our hectic runs
Are done and our cuts
(Both studio and ones
Left by a tone smoke in lungs)
Are history to us.

I'll read this poem once we're history to us.