Valery

My eyes try to fix a place, where we just carry on, a price one has to pay, who cares for the cones, who rise like birds on Babylon, beyond western pay phones, when you see my face, the silver rings of ruin, all will all become plain, a time to stay alone, wolves howl at the moon, don't like being at home, maybe I'll take a train, find last winter's love, sail around Biscay, who knows where I’ll go, a sojourn of broken rungs, heavy as a stone, when you kindle flame, bleach hair and use a comb, who can ever really say, where we come from ?