Besedila: Mechanical Poet. Handmade Essence. Frozen Nile.

The morning lights
Annealing eyes with cold
A tempest rides
Defiling skies like mould

I see a dream being wide-awake
This world is running mad
A crazy trick that I can't take
When limbo lies ahead

I SEE THE NILE ENTOMBED IN A HYALINE CASE
SO CLEAR AS A HEAVENLY BLAZE
THE HOARY BODIES OF HIPPOS FROZE IN GLAZE
SPHINXES SURMOUNT WITH LACTEAL BAYS
RESIGNEDLY STANDING AT GAZE
WHEN CROAK OF PERISHING TOADS EXPIRES IN HAZE

Palm-trees have bowed to winds
Falling to vitreous sands
Wherries like pointed splints
Stick out of stony bents

Does anyone retrieve a key?
Which devilry we meet?
Uncanny scenes have seemed to me
And overturned my creed