Stillness cannot expand 
In this crowded place, 
Still choked with the cries  
Of a lash wielding past 

Free and colorful illusions 
Seldom settle in this state, 
In this lonely gulch 
Among the tree stumps and craters 

On this turf of cyclones 
Only violence can thrive, 
Its hideous forms 
Claim this fiefdom of bones  

Passing reveries are fought for 
In the blistering storms    
Of disquieted bodies
Living frightened of calm