WHILE tears DROP inside
the cavern of m\y heart
perform no miracles
for me, but sun justify
laws to me which, as years
and elders of generations
pass on by —
all soundlessly unfold
within a tall unforgiving house
unfold, was one who arose from
this feast and so went forth —
WANDERING IN DISTANT LANDS
BECAUSE a voice from somewhere far
off in the East (ooh) spot which sought
a great congregation extinguish my eyes
,
i am blind. and children scream, ”
trying to find you…”
where stands the great Church
which memory forget.”
Oh yellow desert stream in within
deep nights i dig for you, O Treasure!
:: 07.07.2020 ::
