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Dedicated to no 1. As there is no hope.
In this metapoem the stars have gathered They are soaking in deep meadows Willingly Hopefully They are the words descending I. On God We have nothing But words. descending But this is common knowledge. II. On Christ We love everything in words. Descending III. and on the Holy Ghost Shall we dive Like words. Descending II place our trust To love To hope To cry To feel To wine To peer To fly To blind Too blind To deep To grow To star To see To sun To sea To truth To one One place. One trust In I II out, too far The words have gathered quietly to moan They are descending hills, and climbing waves In quiet mourn The words have been worn out like clothes Still mummies working on their curse Are we crying out? In sides? In caves? We are sending out Descending in And cooling down To words Three. And a tree The story says they were three: A God A man And a woman All chained down to a tree They have parted eventually. And that’s how the story ends The Words said Sad, the words To grow out of one’s skin Is snake-like You feel cold at first Then, as you approach the middle Your middle Grows out of you In warmth And slowly it slips Your mind Skating on thin ice It cracks – your skin: Is gone To grow Is two. Forget! The one word Can not be spoken Can not be sung Can not be lived Can not be cried Can not believed Can not be wined Can not be lowed Can not be load Can not be loved Can not be bent Can not be sent Can not be scent Can not be seen Can not be sin 2 swim in the ocean Bear naked To bear the naked And the sad And the pain And to fly the skies To walk the waters Bear naked once Bear naked twice Sold To One To the one I love: To words in a cell If you were a word, than I would be the other One
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