Thursday, May 27, 2010

And in the temple, where -
one sits or stands, no matter
where thunder is eternal
still as night

I've ridden the flames
and I was there, when they built the bridge
nevertheless, for ever and ever
I perish

To the rotten
dawn of man
when the purest mind
strung the first chord.

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