Let the universe lend her ears to my knees,
Let not my crooked streets be in vain,
Let our song carry us in the heat.
Carry our wilderness.
So if you ask me why I pray.
What more shall I do
But carry it, on my knees.
By a thousand marigolds that do not toil.
Overwhelmed , Over-coiled
Burned in my right palm
A sensuous bleeding
To be born
Let the universe lend her ears to my knees
Let not my crooked streets be in vain