Me and Thee

April 13, 2010
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Woe is me

Death is my friend

Bohemia in her healing rags

is our all-powerful mother

She sings

Of thy freezing core

Of thy watery depth

of my sufferings at their end

Wind like a whip

slaps thy ever-moving face

brings my arms out like wings

and prepares to throw off their cross

I fling it of my shoulders

onto the cold pavement of day

I surrender myself to thee

Keep me in thy swirling arms of black

To a deep sleep in thy arms

I go, sung away by no one

My elusive friend takes my hand

And me, thou, and everything art no more





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