Lips like water

I want to die in your crystal ball

Drive the coffin through the night

When the sun is shattered

And the poet falls

 

Into the deepest center of them all

I want to be inside

I want you to hide

In, and drive the coffin through the night

 

Deep and dark where the words have conquered

Down and altered where the breath is loud

And by the touch of flesh

I want to be inside

19-05-1991

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