Now with a fist of sand I want to hold your blue hand,
and keep looking at your eyes till you can’t stand.
And opening the book of Akasha show all your deeds,
as your bleeding body comes to me and finally concedes.
You did give those breaths with smoke inside,
you gave the seer both sight and light,
still this smile like those kids who just can’t help it
may be pointing at those seeds who just can’t succeed.
I do want to touch your hand through the glass
I want to just stare at those walking mass,
with all the blood and sacrifice we will meet
holding your hip or your throat I will greet !