Step by step, a word to a word... We Begin all on new: I shout, and you do not hear, I fly, and you do not see...Beside somewhere, but, as a matter of fact, between us of cells rods...Can, from that so it is sick? I reach for you involuntarily...Can, you shout? I do not hear... Can, you fly? I do not see... Two streams beside drive... Time from loss groansI wish to hear, hear? I wish to see, see? Why we do not have sense? We with you only leaves...