You are stirred by the sound
Of sudden flutes
By an underground element
A voice that engulfs you
And wails in you
The desperate silence
What beats on the Shore
What defends itself from it
Does that It have a form
Which feeds on the Shore
Till exhaustion
Where should the child go
In what darkness should the man dive
Or the old man, who waits for you to arrive
With all the unknown world
Where the Excitement
The untamable contents of the white
Where
Above emptiness you came
Above all which is equal