Cloud eaten by the air;
 For months
 Bile spilled from throat
 ‘cause I don’t trust anyone:
 It rains a little less
 I’m still afraid of death;
 I’ll “take every pill that I can find.”
 When I’m drunk at night
 Stumbling in that light
 The sky speaks:
 “You’ve “learned to hear like
 A psychiatrist”
 Your self-faith is a
 Mask that hides you from: —”
 —I want to be alone
 The air smells of images
 So I eat some snow;
 In sleep, my mind is glimmering
 Disconnected from reality:
 Where meaning finds me on its own
 “What is it that resonates in us?”