Babelthe Tower was builtaround our senses,our touch, taste and smell,the eyes with their lenses the fall of the Towerrushed air in our lungsand brought the delightfulconfusion of tongues
Metamorphosesat first you crawl,eternal flow,the thoughts that race,the body slowand then you stop,and sleep, and dream,cocooned in silk,no thought, no scream at last... you rise!into the nighta lunar mothin search of light