My fingers do not know this new body,
passed through a transformation,
as quickly as the noon obscures itself,
our words seem to more deeply take root,
there is something humming and brewing,
beautiful as warm déjà vu,
let it be born of fury and love,
the king of our bridges,
the wriggling feature star of our thoughts,
let him grow in majesty and fervour,
rule over our hearts like a peaceful tyrant.