When Sleep Leaves The Body Like Smoke

When Sleep Enters The Body Like Smoke And Man Journeys Into The Abyss Like An Extinguished Star That Is Lighted Elsewhere, Then All Quarrel Ceases, Overworked Nag That Has Tossed The Nightmare Grip Of Its Rider.

We Breathed The Air Of Freedom Without Knowing The Language Or Any Person.

Instead Of A Homeland I Hold The Metamorphoses Of The World.

To Me, A Fairy Tale Seems To Have Become Reality.

But Silence Is Where Victims Dwell.