Trust Testo

a paranoid dreamscape

he goes away
along all their empty faces
and all the blinded ears
no one helps him and no one carries him
running away....

and he carries a heart in his hand
a southfruit germ in the northern lands
drifting and drifting fornever to dwell

he goes away
a tousand people but alone
in a touch of misanthrophy
and a wish to escape
from this reality