In the pit of a silent stream
little phantoms kick and scream
as they are undreamed

Nicola, one hand writes
Nicola, one erases
all these twins
with different faces
fallen from the womb
risen from the tomb
carried in perfume
Nicola

at the point of every place
love unmakes
its simulacra

Nicola, one hand writes
Nicola, one erases
all these twins
with different faces
fallen from the womb
risen from the tomb
carried in perfume
Nicola

Nicola, one hand writes
Nicola, one erases
all these twins
with different faces
fallen from the womb
risen from the tomb
carried in perfume
Nicola