note:
the barbed wire around you
is the one going
through you
and through me
the despair of angels
creates prisons in the soul
where all hope is lost,
dreams curdle like milk,
even the skin turns sour,
laughter falls in the hole,
the angels' tearless sobs
tighten the throat of birds,
the light has faded,
visitors' halt in midstride,
all movement is frozen,
despair infects all and all
and nightmares survive
the only living are these,
they grow and eat, devour
the energy of angel and beast
exhaustion locks the spirit
in indifference, all meaning
has been lost, words stick
inside and in the nets around
caught like songbirds, dead.
don't turn back or you'll be
a pillar of salt, fear is an
endless and filthy implosion,
the hurt, the opening of wounds,
here thought shapes the destruction
of days and sleepless nights,
the clock ticks and death looks
like a welcome enemy,
has poison for release,
sends love and me away
for the company of the unknown,
and the waste land wins
over the greening of buds,
kisses, gardens and flowers ,
life itself suffers and weeps ,
so do i, a witness, a tree
shaking in the cold storms.
i cannot say no, i grow,
grow rings and leaves and fruit,
and falling i cry out to the sky,
with my roots naked,
i am split, but if i could
i'd fight and ask you, angel,
come out of the mountain,
leave the terror of years,
walk, take your broken
heart for a bath in the spring,
heal, open, dance
see, sing,
follow the deepest song
follow love
you are strong
and angels can.
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