Ancient Evenings
the great word of blessendness
and a feeling of ease
a cup of the well of freedom
and a life we joyfully drink
inside, all was new, but outwards
nothing had changed
an escapade,
then to the altar to
evaluate all parts
of the great mystery
but all remains
on the same spot,
no signs of a new season
in my hand is a new word,
but the word is still
without body
a hidden life-stream that
swells in the deep
will soon give the word
a second face
and a feeling of ease
a cup of the well of freedom
and a life we joyfully drink
inside, all was new, but outwards
nothing had changed
an escapade,
then to the altar to
evaluate all parts
of the great mystery
but all remains
on the same spot,
no signs of a new season
in my hand is a new word,
but the word is still
without body
a hidden life-stream that
swells in the deep
will soon give the word
a second face
Let Me Sleep
let me sleep I'm through now
I'll just close my eyes
I know I didn't do it
it's too late to explain
I'm tired - he's screaming
he knows where I've been
I was gonna say something
maybe
he says I taste like rubber
I can't change his mind
he thinks he's right
he thinks I'm lying
I've heard stories like this
but not about me
I'm tired - he's screaming
he knows where I've been