In the season of hermit,
The vaporized body is termite.
Shading the sun tears,
Running against fears.
The sun smells like a roasted iron,
Flame, burning the Zion.
Quenching the jungle birds
Hunting the brushy bats.
I’m a hitch with peach,
Itching the preach in beach,
Bleaching the peach as citrus.
In the beach: the bench of Bitrus.
Relate, reconcile and present reality,
Relate, reconcile and present the golden city,
Relate, reconcile and present the past,
Relate, reconcile and present; fast.
