If my silence was any indication
it was only a sign that you talked too much

And the fact that I did not detest
was only a sign that I needed more rest

Now the genuine sun of dawn is upon us

Pinning its broken rays upon us

Let us put aside these unfortunate feelings
toward tomorrow’s disconnected conference

Let us cast aside all doubts
of orifices in and out

And sip the wine which you had brought
in golden casks and silver flasks