Revisions of a Manifesto

A film by Adam Valdez

Through the naked chambers in the morning,

a virgin's breath is salient at noon.

Studded of the snake as we sing with bore.

Behold, the rattles that are falling in the dunes.

The web of us battle with wine at the start of June,

through the naked chambers in the morning,

Among young kings,

they continue sewing

For ones to arise in thy vineyards that bloom.

Studded of the snake as we sing.

Vermin flee through our wings.

the forest; them escaping under the moon,

To no avail, yet their melody echoes flew;

through the naked chambers in the morning.

And remember the days of longing

Along the vineyards of Engedi; we are

studded of the snake as we sing.

But always blessed by two veils embracing.

We avoid the curse of their zoo.

Through the naked chambers in the morning.

Studded of the snake as we sing.