-F. PANERIO / SIR DAVID

I search a minute~
it became hours,
a day, and so for years.

It becomes endless~
Like searching in the stars,
In the sea’s & the skies.

Thus, knowing myself alone,
Burned ~ down under by the king’s men’s
Bleed depth inside of ~ unknown…

Yet, what I’ve searched then
Is nothing then, likes a names
of a dead, but their spirit’s free…

Therefore, I search for nothing still