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Tuesday, February 16, 2016

not all rivers reach the sea: evaporation may help

My Lord in Heaven
whose name i do not know
I feel like a river
running dry

I spill myself
across dry flatlands
a desert
which i can never satisfy

My Lord in Heaven
whose name i don't know
you made me run
towards the sea

Where i should find
all my relatives,
where i could lose
myself and rest

In the movement
of all, in my true
being, water.
but now i am on fire


My Lord in Heaven
whose name i don't know
let me rise as a cloud
and rain into your sea


My Lord in Heaven
whose name i don't know
me being but a man,
no woman can cradle

My longing in her arms,
my heart is poor and rich,
dry out my tears,
take me to your sea.




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