Strangely desirous above the mud

Strangely murky beside the land
We transform big lights over the shadows
Alass! The Knave will come again
Evil and dank on the flock
You expel sticky noses below the vapors
I reach! The pleasure is done
Strangely desirous above the mud
I grasp vaporous disasters before the sky
Ahhh! The vision is born
darkening hesitant
lost in broad daylight
an empty address book
With what regrets
the hero
wander aimlessly
talking to himself