Everyone bowing
To the righteous rule
Of the Ohm goddess,
Who pierces through
Their ears
With her siren song.

There will be blood
But there will be none
From yogis,
The smell 
Of imported incense
Already dried away
Their veins. 

Restlessness
Is their heroic pastime
Of yonder years.
Yet revolt is in the air.

For they can kill
With their blank stare
And soft fingers
And watery teeth.
Yet they should not
Oppose their tears.
Sediments 
Of wonderful fears.
Fears of salty unrest.

 Unrest in my heart,
 I want to follow them
 Down their path
 Of salty obedience.
 Yet I resist.
 All I want 
 is to fly away,
 Melt into the horizon.
 I close my eyes,
 The imaginary wave
 Cradles me
 Into sleep.
 
Revolt is in the air.
They should not
Oppose their fears.
Sediments 
Of wonderful tears.
Tears of salty unrest.