Posted by jürgendeus
on 4/20/2002, 11:42 pm
Stormlight and the coming on of night.
Moan of planets, mice on the path.
The wind bends the trees.
It is like a sign.
A dead language in the blood.
Is it my mind that travels at night?
To places I do not know?
I have seen life madly beautiful.
I am,
and now I'm nothing any more.
Come, trust the world
- it's night and the moon will not dissipate.
All vanished animals weep.
Cities, built merely to fall,
drown in birds
and God has given us everything,
everything.
For insects have a beauty that hurts,
and that may even darken the sky.
They drum with their bellies upon the twig.
They have learned to cleanse their blood with light.
It is just after midnight,
and I will obey you.
I wander in the garden with no bandage on my eyes.
Past-midnight is never-ending.
What are you that troubles me?
Our days are like smoke,
wild as prophets,
fruits fallen and throats to the dagger.
All you ask is that I radiate.
I will write whatever I want on your soul.
I'm not beautiful but my eyes are drunk with music.
The vine is heavy again with the sweetest grapes.
I'm compelled by strange force to cry with you.
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