While daytime I am
sitting in the window
staring out, down on
the road

Watching, how the dust
turns its colours
in the change of the
hours

Dogs barking hollow in the background

At night I am lying
naked upon my bed and
hear the click and hum
of the cranefly on
the wall-paper

The moon shines sallow
through the window
and I am waiting
until the day breaks

As soon as the first
ray of sunshine hits
into my room
I am yelling, I am screaming

Poor wretch, the people say, poor soul

What do they really want ?
I hate wax
and I can not
fly also