NOWHERE

I am sick with poison. I am sick with a thirst for which nature has not created any drink.

From every field leap streams and springs. I stoop down and drink from the earth's veins its sacrament.

And the heavens overflow with holy rivers. I stretch up and feel my lips wet with white ecstasies.

But nowhere, nowhere...

I am sick with poison. I am sick with a thirst for which nature has created no drink.