Merchant
Benzodiazepine dropped
Mind fell into blur
Relief of nerves and worries
Became a fact
When ships flow on the sky
And clocks melt on the ground
A rabbit smokes a pipe in its den
A merchant counts the money
And waves on the Baltic sea
Relief with their sound
An electric guitar
Tightly fills the ether
When a motor growls
Benzine gives momentum
Sun slowly but consequently
Sets itself to a down