"Blind"
Here is my delirium
In the earliest spring,
So why do you listen
When I mean to sing?
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I’m washing the lead
Out of my hands,
My perfection is mad
And I leave it to mad ones.
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My soul’s noisy knocking
Like a flame in a sand,
The shadows are drawings
Of invisible hand:
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They are on the ceiling,
They are on the floor.
In this trap I won’t sing,
I’m running… What for?
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Your fears are effected
By alien’s mode,
For being respected
We need to be burned!
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Let the music become
A fire of your mind.
A string and a drum
Are the flames for you, blind!
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I won’t ever talk
To you, blind, in this place.
Now you are a dog
To follow my trace.
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I am running away
From the night
And also the day
With it’s light,
My life is a thing
That’s cursed by a spring,
I feel only fright
But I sing…
2005 April 17th
Spring aggravates
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