I was walking in the dust
Through the half-closed s***es
Incrustations of mud and dew
Resins dripped in the stone.
I discerned a man, alone,
Frightened eyes, red of pain.
I was walking in the pale wintry sun
Through the substrates of the wind
Mosaics of clouds like raging herds.
I discerned a crow, fierce, scanning the horizon...
... vitreous eyes... and silver tears...
notes of a new pentagram,
white pages ready to shelter obscure mysteries.
I was walking in the dust
Through the half-closed s***es
Incrustations of mud and dew
Resins dripped in the stone.
I discerned a man, alone,
Frightened eyes, red of pain.
These are the days of the after and behind,
The days of the present, that rolls by slow and full.
I was walking in the dust
Through the half-closed s***es
Mosaics of clouds like raging herds.
I was walking in the dust
Through the half-closed s***es
Vitreous eyes and silver tears.
Through the half-closed s***es
Incrustations of mud and dew
Resins dripped in the stone.
I discerned a man, alone,
Frightened eyes, red of pain.
I was walking in the pale wintry sun
Through the substrates of the wind
Mosaics of clouds like raging herds.
I discerned a crow, fierce, scanning the horizon...
... vitreous eyes... and silver tears...
notes of a new pentagram,
white pages ready to shelter obscure mysteries.
I was walking in the dust
Through the half-closed s***es
Incrustations of mud and dew
Resins dripped in the stone.
I discerned a man, alone,
Frightened eyes, red of pain.
These are the days of the after and behind,
The days of the present, that rolls by slow and full.
I was walking in the dust
Through the half-closed s***es
Mosaics of clouds like raging herds.
I was walking in the dust
Through the half-closed s***es
Vitreous eyes and silver tears.