Code in pyramids
From dead skin
For the sake of security

Forever secrets
I know the rooms
At the end of the avenue

Constantly resurfacing
A sea of benches
Reflected in loud echoes

The violinist passed by
In the breath of a panda
Painted with blue makeup

Thus ends a morning
So that red nights may follow
Full of monkeys!

I do not belong here
Am not one of you
Addicted to attention

The mirrors are ready
In an army of pregnant women
Who shatter the mirror glass

Thus fresh skin is born
As every day is new
Perhaps security