A blind crow
Lodged in the woods
Amidst darkness
Winging its way through the blackish sky
A cursed surrounding of no delight
The Nowhere Land
The very realm of doom
Where the night is said
To seize every bloom
......
‘Higher,’ the swaying beech leaves beckon, whispering drunken enticements into
the humid morning air.
‘Come higher. Come to us!
Leave earth behind,
weight behind
yourself behind.
Come higher!’
......
i am the everything that is filled by nothing,
no thoughts and no dreams nor desires.
But rather the longingness of doom
my good fortune has so hatefully stowed
upon me.
A blind crow
Lodged in the woods
Amidst darkness
Winging its way through the blackish sky
A cursed surrounding of no delight
The Nowhere Land
The very realm of doom
Where the night is said
To seize every bloom
......
i am the everything that is filled by nothing,
no thoughts and no dreams nor desires.
But rather the longingness of doom
my good fortune has so hatefully stowed
upon me.
‘Higher,’ the swaying beech leaves beckon, whispering drunken enticements into
the humid morning air.
‘Come higher. Come to us!
Leave earth behind,
weight behind
yourself behind.
Come higher!’
......