In the moment

When you’re sailing off over the horizon
When you gaze into the sickly eyes
You sense the smell of distant spaces
You would like to find a land where you can be
For now you are far away from us
Friends will forgive you
You can see vast fields distant and immense plains
Remote
You hear The Gate of Creation groaning whenever
You are here

You hear the speech of the dead poets in French
Far you have flown into this peculiar frame of mind
You have reached an ideal in the art of self-deception

Watered with a drop of divine miracle
Blinded with a slice of stale bread
Falling asleep amidst-
The ridiculing laughter of strange faces
You submerge yourself
In the depths of Rispon river you fly away again
You sense the rattling wings of bloody memories

In the moment

jacol

Joined January 2008

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