Where there are words that clave time
I’ll place a pile of which I am
Devoured by the light of life
Where are there such words?
Are there such words?
I remember asking myself about a bridge first
Before looking to the sky
I remember placing my hand in yours
For a flower
I did not know that it is the same
That flower, your hand, and rain
Kikulu is to know us-two
The sound of a train.