Dance of the dead poets

Dance of the dead poets has already began
Dance of the dead poets has already began

How could a sailor calm the ocean
When souls sighing from the depths?
Dance of the dead poets has already began

Do you know how to look at the sun
Without squinting your eyes?
Writer at the seaside
Sand in the deserted city
Dance of the dead poets has already began

Morrow set in I felt fear
Wings of an insect rustled in my mouth
I washed away the imperfection of the night
I hit the winding road leading into the world
Dance of the dead poets has already began

We walking away when everyone has come
The story of a dream has its past
Lucretius said: What is past is gone and will not return
futile entreaties!
I said: Out of futile entreaties gardens are created

Emptiness is everywhere known to those
who were never spoken of
I know master that you acknowledge my measure
Since I’m stuck here with you for a considerable time
Dance of the dead poets has already began

I swallow the red sun today in order to
Create masterpiece
People climbed onto their heads
I’m walking on the roads full of eyes
The moss I’m kneeling on is composed of greenness
The Lord created it in his own likeness
Dance of the dead poets has already began

Just before death he probably opened the window
Searching for something anything that would give him
Inspiration for further journey
Dance of the dead poets has already began

Blood is blowing in the wind
Blood is blowing in the wind
I’m silent in my own absurdity

Dance of the dead poets has already began

Dance of the dead poets

jacol

Joined January 2008

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