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Tongues, lost in me
yours be the sharp and the vile
glide neath my skin
storm through my nerves

I bury the nomad years
hours in the earth
couldn’t exorcise these searing, pecking tongues
immune you say
yet venom strikes in strangest guises
as the viper in our eyes

tongue, throat, tongue… (więcej…)

With each daring new concept
creation and form
one fragment of shelter
from heaven be torn

The bleeding through barriers
shine of redemption
the taste of renewal
let art once again be a weapon

The whim of the forger
is theft from the flow
the hatchet now redden
with creation’s blood

Constant is forever

I am the creation
so bold in design
the errors… (więcej…)