1. With a flexibility after the winds, as though
In its throat is the crashing sound of hailstones

2. It drew near to the ears, yet remains distant
From them, and disappeared into the blowing present

3. So when its multitudes gather in an arena
It's as if each roaring lion gathers

4. And when its darkness stands alone, it's as though
In it, the marching of armies with dwellings