The Young Gods
A ciel ouvert
Claw at the air
Throw up your arms
Let the wind rush
Between your breasts
Tear of the sand
With
Your heart traces
An ocean of miastakes
And a tiny wall
Of flowers
In the open air
Stop the wind
With your teeth
Encircle the earth
Pay homage to your being
Spread your legs
And give way
In the open air