If I sleep too much
A good Chinese apple
Shine to the touch

My sweet-feeling capital
It's hard to change
Something supernatural


Unlock my body and move myself at last
In the warm liquid, flowing glowing glass

Classical music, blasting masks are ringing in my ears

between the branches

Flowering chance fence-slats rattling
Fingers pushing through slowly brushing past a fast
glimpse of you


If I sleep too much
A good Chinese apple

Shine to the touch
My sweet-feeling capital
It's hard to change

Something supernatural