The moon is already peeking through the clouds
And, your face, in this last light
Is revealed in the final scene
Of Sherlock Holmes' favorite case

You nailed yourself to the cross
And you stayed
Definitely still

A thirsty camel in the desert
Doesn't make verses, nor illusions
Lost the meaning in what you write
Lost the bean in your stoves

Lost the signals of the rhyme
Neither are you paranoid
Nor is anyone chasing you

Just try to find
Your space
When around you
Everything tightens

The immortals are
Underground
And their ashes will be lost
Like everything else
Without leaving a trace

The moon is already peeking through the clouds
And, your face, in this last light
Is revealed in the final scene
Of Sherlock Holmes' favorite case

You nailed yourself to the cross
And you stayed
Definitely still

You have left the obstinate house
Of a sad and helpless past
And long like a sitar raga
On repeated magnetic tape

Like the memory of a city
Whose pain
No longer concerns you

Just try to find
Your space
When around you
Everything tightens

The immortals are
Underground
And their ashes will be lost
Like everything else
Without leaving a trace

Just try to find
Your space
When around you
Everything tightens

The immortals are
Underground
And their ashes will be lost
Like everything else
Without leaving a trace

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