Watched
Flesh and blood and bones become feathers
Who lives in the wind of this aircastle
Arms are winged became wheels
On a sea of tongs became fish
Word weighs not on the shoulders down here
In this ship of intoxication and space
Floods icarous without daedelous
But on controleboards watches the fathervoice
In those spacial gardens thumble
All that weights man and frantic thing
Food that the dance orriginate from the mouth
The bearrable lightness of the existance
