Imperial soldiers: tall with tall leaves, shadow a road to a fool,
Heels back as my back is to the front, I stumble,
A virgin foot on sullied road, subdued by light,
Condescending to the rocks that pierce my flesh,
My mind neglects, while my heart, body, soul, sickens,
Circles moulded with seduction, miscommunication, all ravished,
Earth turned flat by the sky as the horizon marries the sea,
But clouds carry sorrow for that affair as I stand, the fool, between,
An ocean romanticising myself to stray and keep this trail, all this, now,
Its waters caress my skin, its sweetness, sends me afar,
My legs collapse, as my chest becomes as the sands,
The foam kisses the skin, then they all dissolve, I sing now,
A foreign tune which adheres to fools from a fool to start.
