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From
her charitable heart
A sane mother comes to the aid
Intending to cure with a pill
Inside
my soul the lilies whine
On the fields of the gray day
For ever reliving an ugly past
Sleeping
I weep
It weeps in me
Sleeping I weep
Or is it someone else?
Another weeping
Another sleeping
Another not being
Anyone but him
And
if I go further
Can anyone call me back?
Can anyone be my mother?
Can anyone fill the lack?
Iris,
the child
She throws her big eyes
In my sinful hands
Twelve
cherry eyes
She throws the dice
She
throws the dice
Twelve red cherry eyes
Mother
of lightning
Are you still steering
The wheel of this life
My only one?
And
who receives your mercy?
The killer or the body he leaves?
Cause sometimes the one is both...
The
fire inside me
Is it too cold?
From
the poison heart
My mad mother jumps to the sky
Pretending to cure with a pill
I'm
a tree sometimes
Blossoms falling again
I dream that
This
empathic universe
Cries tears of blood
For all souls lost
From
the mercury well
The golden calf rises
Like a yellow dragon of revenge
I
am writer
Bio-hazard-creator
Earth-mover, grave-digger
Life-fucker, Jesu
I
should be
A zero magician
Free from desire
Ready to go
I
should be
Chewing gum
Doing nothing
Just me
I
should be
Very very careful
With
all this
Bottle of gin
Copyright
© 2000 Frans Lelieveld
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