Thursday, 20 December 2012

And Still


That went to there was that that was broken
was I was hurrying to furious hell
and screamed at the burly drivelling maddening
that was sent and was heard that was spoken.

Think that you are as you are and still
that is all that is wanted to deliver you there
to the cold black to the ignorant still place
that is never relinquishing that gives a dark chill.

That is enough that is you as you now are
to scatter you down to the least innocent place
that is quiet and patient that is unable to falter
that is where I went and where you shall go to that fire.

St-Lambert, circa 1981.

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