Yesterday I saw a nak’t soul in the darkness,
‘Twas too sudden I hadn’t time to cover my face.
In the end I dug through my dreamy consciousness,
And saw nakedness all over the gory place.
What in the world shall I do now, I ask myself,
Undress or stay cool, only time can fortell.
I know I love to cruise but I must decide soon,
Who is to blame like me a miserable fool?
Only pain can restore my still imagination,
Only truth can pain me through the destination.
The ripening season smells bloody cold yonder,
A spirit heaven made never wets its feather.
Sometimes even the sun shies away from the sky,
But I don’t want to outgrow my childhood desire.
To expose my heart I must work the heartbeat up,
To express love all I have is my broken heart.
-John Carson in retrospect of a conversation