The only seed of that conjugation
That has been and will ever be
Do you hear my clatter in the wind?
Do you feel my body shiver in the malicious breeze?
My ancestors say I am mad of steel
But I must confess
I, Even I break
In grinded uncountable pieces
A lunatic chasing lunatics
An exorcism looms that can be done
Only by this lunatic exorcist
A needful pastry that needs kneading
Will you of this need knead?
My kinsmen say I chase the wind
Slippers in the air; Feet hang a bit beneath there
I will chase the wind
Till her tail I pinch
With bare hands dragging her into my wind bag
I have set sail and man my oars
If this ship breaks, I will run on water
On this aquatic terrain will I race upon
Till I catch up not with the kingfisher or rainbow
Nothing but the wind.