lythaa @ 2008-12-19T22: 58:00
evening sound
how did you trust me in dark grapes Night Embrace
Senk, smiling at your hands in the muddy floor of the wasps buzzing people.
The clock strikes eight, and eight times I've hung esch
lay before you and through you,
evening sound!
restless and full of hate
I behold myself humming the bleeding sun.
Where will I be when I dread the morning with coated tongue?
What will I do when the clock is ticking carefully and unbearably slowly backwards?
How should I sleep under that grinning heavy clouds?
Where the night brings me a fluctuating roof?
Am I alone in the unfathomable echoing streets of moonlight?
Can I compose myself and how my course?
What screams the little blackbird in black strapped park?
And where do you put your mind, like a child when I
silent cry for you?
evening sound!
How do you frighten my ears with bitter leaves rustling silence? And
see 'only the trees in the blue haze of the path there.
also bells and voices from far away as ever drown them like gold.
And yet they sing the future, but without my name.
[ evening sound - Adversus ]
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