What am I? A walking collection of slowly fading memories It is certain that I would let all the stories that made me slip by and run far far away and for that I hope that you would do me a favor : Would you please remember me ?
An eagle soars through the clouds Its wings graze against stars Humanity grows its own feathers And lands onto the moon
Talons sink into prey and tear out its flesh Hands dig into the Earth and pull on its veins Both feed, but only one abides by the natural order The other consumes and devours it greed
The deepest thing I ever experienced ... Was a couch most comfortable Found in a town which adopted me Like a native sound ... And most comfortable now, I be
Written on a couch, about a couch, on which I was found.