The Sleep of Adam

My body, a cup into which I pour my tears

how long will nobody be with me

words cannot reflect what I feel

words rule over me

the beginning of everything is reason

-the end of everything is pain-

Oh people who move from a dream

                         into earth

here is a desert where 

                         sand w a v e s

It is time I should be given birth

-so that a crooked rib be on earth-

which man will break me off his body?