"to touch your love indeed"
tenderly whispering to noone's ear
this madman
he bore resemblence to me, except
I wasn't him

"They touched their golden harps,"
as Milton would have said
had he been here, alive, to witness
humanity brought down to its knees
our Paradise is lost, indeed...

percieving only truth
we touched the winds! we killed the rules!
and in the end, when nothing's left
we leave it all behind

and bid farewell