In the dark room Sparks fire— Whispers of the sun And silence blankets the sky, I was born amongst the ruins Of gentleness and wounded love, By the dug kurgans of the Amazon, The brands of rains ever burning And foils of hope, fated, turning, An outer beast eyes and howls, The merciless stars ever sweep And cowl in coldest sparkle flame, Merest minded words, fainted, stab, Drop in the down volumes of space Evaporating under the brooding Mortal emptiness.