from eyes torn out I saw night clinging to day
genesis at the brink of emptiness
backbreaking mountains
I kissed fools full mouth
I relished in their gifts
almost went with the dream and the void
and the wind
got caught by planes
through sky and cloud
pulling a starry chariot
driven by the call of
the wild life outside carried away
from the ties of yesterday
tired of orders
and chaos opened my eyes
and I saw you
bearing the present
on your tray of broken clay
like a white butterfly
threading the wind
into your wings
French version in Vivre libre
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trips
Poetrytalking about trips don't trip don't move don't groove sitting in street poverty such cross nailing you down in the tomb of lost paradise eating at your brain your eyes your infinite holes piercing the guts of well-fed bourgeoisie never gave you...
