Wash away my sins
It started to rain and I
wondered where you
were, Atom.
Every sickness has a
Naked language. A
mother-tongue.
When you come into
this world, you're not
prepared for anything.
You're not prepared
For life, for living, for
spirituality, for a church
family.
Gradually you gather these
things
to you, towards you. You
accumulate them like buried
treasure or something like that.
A tear falls off this
cheek. That's the mystery
of life. In this dream, I am standing
With Atom in a rain-forest
Surrounded by space, matter,
Beast, animal, nature, and
Here the supernatural speaks
To me through (man), and
Woman and doomed child.
That intrinsic struggle of life.
My brother, my father, my mother,
Our animals, our pets. Our
Dogs, Atom's kitten and the
World speaks to me of love,
Tenderness and vertigo and
I'm falling, falling, falling
With open arms through
The blood-knot.
The opinion poll.
The years of darkness
That I thought would
Always be there, gone
Now.
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