I like to drive into the light
With a wailing sound in the night.
I like weapons of the frightening kind,
To dwell within the cities of the reign.
A haze embraces a patched rock,
Guilty as the very frocked girls.
Mighty snakes and serpents of old
Gather their energy of brightness
Lulling the sadness as it unpacks.
A future loop will progress into the entrance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem