Outer Drug

Hop, eyes perceived the light.
one more strange, motherfucking "good" morning.
total activization of power,
running about in the morning blue of urban enclosures.
nits rush into they grimacefull,
stormy-sick dance, the start of a hunt again.

From day to day, in spite of everything:
compromises, less tragic approaches,
substitution of face, to be without thinking-is a pure delusion.

It's incomprehensible how long the movement is possible.
it's incomprehensible how long the fight will last.

Outer drug=you're a creature that terrifies my mind.
the concentration of you within myself has exceeded the utmost permissible norms.
attractive, desired, persistent, perilous.
I've become uncontrollable to myself.

Again, again, again and once again, fuck.
monotony of days transforms depression into indifference.
we're growing in one place, it's always been like this here, and can't be otherwise.