Utter

Utter

Explains the wise

Telling people about night and solitude

His romance is wild

And he will not abandon

His own meaningful misery

This is life, he, Utter, tries to say

But the robots like himself

Can no longer understand

Since the days when the spectacle kicked in

Pacient of the moon

Nurtures with love

The creatures he dares to heal

And by each night

He wonders about the stars

Seeing fractals on everything

This man is already out

Daring to stand at the door

Pulling masses with his words

Bleeding peacefully on everything

Utter

Forever a mad man to everyone

And to his friends, the beautiful one

Gladly dying for what he seek