The years go by, they flicker past like poles

The years go by, they flicker past like poles Seen from the micro-windows of a fast express. We're in it, you and I, just for a moment, alas, Just long enough for a cup of strong espresso. Who needs condensed milk — you're my sugar cube, But now and then my teeth begin to ache. And I'm in places tough as the old boot Of a forever drunken pirate out of Cuba. Words are commercials in the middle of a film. They interrupt and knock the flame of passion down. Say what you want. Either way, it's still on me To carry forward the greasy, worn-out banner. Ah, those cries — so loud and right on cue. They're like the echo sounds inside a well. They're like the July shower of falling stars, Shredding the sky in search of a breach. We throw glances from the trenches of our bodies. We throw out cries, clenching the diaphragm. And you're drenched in sweat — and so am I. The volcano of love brings magma up from deep inside. At the seam we'll set down a cross. We'll pave the road so the way is clear. Let's give the world an Everest. From us to it — all that's needed here.