Psalm 9

I rise beyond the reach of time.

I rise beyond the reach of the senses.

Oh kiss enveloped in the scarves

the scarves of all the winds.

Surprise me with one dream

that my madness will recoil from you.

Recoiling from you

in order to approach you.

Disappointing you

in order to reach you.

I discovered time approaching you

in order to recoil from you.

I discovered my senses

between approach and recoil.

There's a stone the size of a dream.

It does not approach.

It does not recoil.

There's a stone the size of a dream.

You are my country.

A stone is not what I am.

Therefore I don't like to face the sky.

Nor do I die level with

the ground.

But I am a stranger.

Always a stranger.

I rise beyound the reach of time.

Oh kiss, surprise me with one dream

that my madness will recoil from you.

You are my country.

A stone is not what I am .

But I'm a stranger.

Always a stranger.

With one dream.