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