113. THIS CAROUSEL THAT FRETS THE NERVES

I hold on and drown I want to go out I ask The palace is burned Of the barley lie That on its wings Fire bring courage And in its clutches My skinny heartbreak is undone

I float And the fire does not come As a pious I hope Lets see if They recoil like fright This bored, this pain That come and come back like Vultures to the stench.