Now, silent asylum
Where shadows live in the beams like bats tired of the day
Until the spinning mind, a radar signal
Draws them to exaggerate the size of the mountains on the white stone wall
Your little limp

How can I leave you in such a house?
There are no more saints and wizards
To praise their ways with the students
No more evil to daze with the slap of a red and wet tongue?

Have you confused the Messiah in a mirror
And rested because he had finally arrived?

Let me scream for help next to you, teacher
I entered beneath this dark roof
Fearless like an honored son entering his father's house