In the light of birds the lunatic wakes from uncountable sleeps His burning electric wires begin to glow Birds sing in every forest of flesh and blood The lunatic's fingers turn into strings in the outer silence The darkness of half-asleep awareness roars through The lunatic's widening arteries, it's another kind of Waking-- and even total sleep is a frightening fire It's compelled to burst out even while being awake. The lunatic sees through his sun-paraphrasing eyes That creates circles centred outside him And unaccountable sleep awakens lightnings To sing a vast lullaby in flesh and blood. The lunatic watches a bird...half-closed like eyes...flying And his eyes as they drown begin to chirp.