February 17th, 2010

baby i'm a big star

to the wind

Prophesy to the wind, to the wind only for only
The wind will listen. And the bones sang chirping
With the burden of the grasshopper, saying

Lady of silences
Calm and distressed
Torn and most whole
Rose of memory
Rose of forgetfulness
Exhausted and life-giving
Worried reposeful
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end
Terminate torment
Of love unsatisfied
The greater torment
Of love satisfied
End of the endless
Journey to no end
Conclusion of all that
Is inconclusible
Speech without word and
Word of no speech
Grace to the Mother
For the Garden
Where all love ends.

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thomas stearns eliot

with a nod to notwolf
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your virgin mary's in the way
hallucinate her face by day
obscure the view in front of you
it's me here made of clay

you're playing near that line so thin
austerity? or just give in
to endless appetite
embrace that white oblivion?

i have to say it makes me wonder
if you are holding me

to that calm blue flame
that you are under
when you are holding me

and why so high the expectation?
who could live up to this?
and there's no time now for explanation
cold as an angel's kiss

and i have to say it makes me wonder
if you are holding me

to that calm blue flame
that you are under
when you are holding me
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