Oh- The peak of this house
Stood, and then yelled from the praises
The praise echos fathers and sons
Echo and relieve a shouldered burden
With confessed heart, I the murderer
Walk streets with children and sleep at night
Mysterious, it is, that shadows have not
taken my day like my naked eye has undressed
Mountainsides with snowfall, a shudder
this echoing. This echoing. Still shouting
from the rooftop until legs swept
by avalanche and a playful act
