Who?
Be ye the peacock of a vulture’s dream
For I am circumcised in thy delusions
I see thy in sky or water; illusions
For thee is an hourglass so extravagant
Look me in the eye o’ Aphrodite
For I am a fiend who drools
Through your eye o’ such jewels
At the thought of your every sight
Let your beauty bewit the ocean
For i am to see every fish in search of you
Beath a lie beath true
You are my freedom you are my who
