the third night sings

 
(a dream)
 
I am holding my children
together     just look
 
in a meadow
on the banks of a
river     the spectacle
begins
 
truth
ties
my
hands
and
I
stand
forbidden
 
(anyone who knows becomes god)
 
I seize as my right
a promise to betray
to sing
 
I know     these things are separated
 
my grandfather
my eyes
 
my children
 
I am valuable
I am witnessing
 
peace
 
(it is a good song)
 
words are pedantry
condemned the day before
as impulse
 
and
 
the old preacher
discourses

 

 

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