3/4/17




because i died i am living
now the soil of extinguished souls begins to sing
and those who bestow blessings will throw open    my rose

( your window remains dark because nobody knows you
            before an audience of words lying in frozen silence
            dance eyes who cannot hear a call from the dark )

before going ahead i am already gone
            this is the blessing i wished for
            for the harvest of mystery will come on a day no one can forsee or explain



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