he goes away in search of a rose in a drowning empty dawn a paranoid dreamscape he goes away along all their empty faces and all the blinded ears no one helps him and no one carries him running away.... and he carries a heart in his hand a southfruit germ in the northern lands drifting and drifting fornever to dwell he goes away a tousand people but alone in a touch of misanthrophy and a wish to escape from this reality