Exterminal Music Revolution Midi

CARACOL FIFTH


spirals are twisted with pain as if a single
insect
and throw the sun is still
a moment after such seizure.


times sea with its waves of memories

trample my brain-twisting as the spiral-

clues are given, in each event

and he lay on the pavement,
seeing the blue sky both gray.

I trample wheels rotate as the spiral

and try to squirm with pain alone.

impalpable The damp earth,
takes the form of earth-colored river
and turbid waters are mixed my memories

-fall-and the smell is gradually taking new shape,
until the end, after three days
submerged insectoque swarm in the air.