I’m not flustered about the vicinity of the world
To the falling and crashing of the nature’s revolt.
My infinite gravity – this is all from the God
For the beggarly creatures as a slave’s soul.
I have never been deadly alive as anon
For the doggerel art I am ready to go.
To the scaffold, it first, then I beg you
Don’t stalk me! I’m tired of slog.
Let me pierce into thick of your burning masts.
One more thing – don’t lose sight of your
Puerile heart.,
I am not a victoria, not a prize, not a game.
I am golden gazelle being harnessed to wain.
I am not to be tamed. It’s no go, it’s no way!
Like a nun in abbey I am bound to pray.
There is no one who knows
That my faith has gone out…
Through my love that in old
I was surely proud of…