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You came to ravish my home.
To change my roof into rain.
I do not know how to reach
one room from another.

Wherever I turn,
there is no wall for a door.
Wherever I lie,
I am in the midpoint again.
So what if I run,
the earth, timid,
runs along beneath me.

I sail on my back, with palms for sails.
There is no-one I can be on the way to.

In this world - a wasteland,
the winds
the trees
the stones
the mountains

 

 

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Contents:

Jacob The Challenger
It Becomes Obvious
You Turn Away From The Window
The Starry Centaur
Passers-By

From The Grey Angel (Nea):
The Grey Angel (1/2)
Salt and Death (1/2/3)
Grass (1/2)

Annual Cycle of Walking (Deogae)
Narcissus' Wasteland
(Deogae)
Excavation Of The Sea
(Deogae)
New Home
(The Beast And The Limpid)

Jacob and the Angel

 
 

 

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