If you never stand in glory
If you never find 15 minutes of fame
I will tell your story
I’ll stand up and chant your name
...
When we were young
We owned a space in the night
Where big things were dreamed.
We sat on walls.
...
Listen yew
Kritlern baum punies
The xanderpohlen skies of wiltezoi
Are bursting with fragrance of
...
I ‘ll keep running
‘til life leaves my breast.
It is the only way;
The catcher of the sky
...
I ‘ll keep running
‘til life leaves my breast.
The catcher of the sky
needs no rest
...
I Am Gone
Here I stand
Motionless
Lost,
Unable to care,
To reason,
In this dense fog
Where the past is no comfort
And the future futile.
I am the edge.
It would be better
If I had no name,
Here in the big empty.
But I could be called
Anew.
I don’t think I could go.
Utter not within
My hearing plaintiffs.
I am the edge.
I have seen
The trinkled tributaries
Swell and rush away,
The sun embarrased
By the day
It made,
Hide behind a distant ridge.
I am anonomous
In view.
The one who
Knew me is gone
Forever.
I am the edge.
My stillness roars
And is often heard
But
The one who
Knew me is gone
So I sing
No more.