glittering orbs rotate in the air

tearbeams glimmer on the walls

distressed monkeys rotate on their tails

a tear glistens on a cheek

a tear glistens on a cheek

the street lanterns outside blink the greetings of the deceased

    who refuse

        of course

to show the living the path

oh

there is no path

        do I sense the floral scent of thy pores

        venerable judge?

oh

there is no path

        do I detect the filthy stink of the words

        the human stench of the shadow?

oh, there is no path

a child sleeps on a trampoline – a sister dreams of a water slide

a child sleeps on a trampoline – a sister dreams of a water slide

there is no path

glittering orbs hang in the air and call forth shadows on the walls

the moon rotates in a spiderwire

there is no path