i.
Oh these nights that frighten me away -- or
at least my spirit
              running away

these nights without the moon, or at a maximum of days
it is called "new" -- a refreshment of my trust 
in the electricity of the dark

    this deep re-
                treat where i stand confronted
       by the stars
Orion's little head watching out for me,
      over me,
the brown dwarves dance enlightened, tracing...

tonight,
      the stars are my bright ball of watching and,
  gleaning all i can from God's words my feeble
promises try flying -- attempt dancing, then
   always   r  u  n   n  i  n   g, 
                                   falling-tumbling I scatter
in the fear which keeps me moving away
       from all promises to hide
   from all men

In the new moon - and yet
your dusty planets, orbs of dreamy existence call to me
   to cleanse myself and

with garments dazzling;
    come to meet with you in the wilderness 
            of the eve of days.



ii.
i cannot help but feel this day
that i am caught in the swarms of love

stinging incalculable i am lost in the din of Your speech,
endless soliloquy with the strings all outside of me
the thirsting soul within my disturbedness:

here it is where You pull me in Your sticky stance
    righteous true the sky is
crimson with desire of amor`e sizzling so
the comb`ed complex is heating up 
in the middle of You + me

  oh faulted heart of me which did long
to be next to any man, and when whistling commenced - 
I was dry and emptied, on the paved conscious settlement 
of my mind I feared even life itself against 
   forgiveness in Your hardly subtle hands --

      catching me again with-out the hive of Your beating insides
we danced our way() within the breathless atmosphere of s;
        weet, luscious honey....

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