I was 6 hours ahead when
you rang...
Pack your clothes,
but leave an ironed shirt...
You can hear the drums from across the river
leaves are shaking...
The past has been pressed
within pages, that only unfolds...
No one truly lives
until they have seen the stuff...
Take all the light until i'm out and deep
That I may linger where you rest in me...
The moon is high, on velvet skies,
As I stand here, in wolf like guise...
The depths of reality become more shallow with...
And the worries and blunders of yesterday start to...
The sun will set
And the dry gets wet...
Life
is neither...
A grand applause is what I heard
from behind a well pleated curtain...
All these roads are as the result of lashes
on the body of the Christ...