That night I crawled back Into the womb To see again Your dreams in black and white ...To meet your demons
The raven The worm The dog
I descended Circle by circle I danced with shadows And sang with the dumb I drank the black nectar of life and joy I ate the white salt of truth
...This morning I look at the snow The cerement of the world is blinding white Crows' silhouettes above paint black Across the dirty milky canvas of the sky
The triumph of the moment The coldness of its splendour Give meaning to the hollow True mourning into Mirth
Let the bliss reign Today is the festival Will you ever have another chance To revel at your own funeral?
Shout and scream Pour the rivers of wine Sign the hymns and dirges, all at once For it's your last time...
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Our answers lie beneath the snowy shroud The warmth of breath won't melt away the ice Only the sun will, burning the eyes Boiling the blood, tearing off the flesh To the white bone To the black stone
So sweet of them To let this tragedy persist To play the ancient drama Of setting us face to face With ourselves
The worm The raven The dog
We grope our way in the dark Where even snow seems black We seek for purport In the desert Where only wind can speak Thus, endless is our wandering For what we long for is the end
...Crows' silhouettes paint black Across the canvas of the sky The symbols they evoke Are yet to be deciphered