Jugs of water in the heaviness of buds,
A picture perfect of earthly mugs,
Channels of changes chaining the fence,
Hearts of suns in a spray of kids,
The night belongs to the city of fire,
Woods of amber your eyes desire,
Talented creatures vibrating the home,
Works of unendless pressured gnomes,
Countless securities of misfortunate prayers,
Victims of disguise we truly dare,
Temperatures rising the nights it calls,
The gather of honey I’m home after all,
Secret services of tunnels dug,
Alone in a place where there are no bugs,
Sleep that passes the wind I breathe,
Voices come near but no sign of me,
Dregs of tales seen down below,
Smells of stables connecting flows,
You ask of me to what I can do,
A shot in the morning for another room.