Yesterday we built another bridge
A way to other spaces of (in) the sciences
Where all the seasons well try to find
The
reason and the merit for the measure of the time
We found a back street of the cemetery
And felt the lie of hagiology
cause
words are not enough for
what we want to say
We have to flee
And many seas
We have to cross
To Abydos
He lives
under the sea
Is the wind in the trees
Hes the wisdom of the world
If its God building our street
Its not a way you go by
feet
Hyperion sunset
The end is defined
But beautiful poems
Preserving an illusion for
the one and only life in our
lie
We have to flee
We have to cross
To Abydos
He lives under the sea
Is the wind in the trees
Hes the
wisdom of the world
On the wings of the wild
In the arms of a child
Lies the wisdom of the world
He lives under the
sea
Is the wind in the trees
Find the wisdom of the world
Hes the kind of a man
You describe as a friend
For the wisdom of
the world
