awaits in the morgen,
awaits in the snow
awaits in the churches,
awaits in the crow
awaits in the creeper,
awaits in the sand
awaits in the river
awaits where you stand…
a harvesting vessel
of smouldering groves
the core of a hazel,
the shriek of a crow
you witted it out and
you cannot escape
the apple that is fallend
the over-ripe grape…
so far to consider
what has to be done
what so far doth wither
and yet is not gone
no sense in the clouded,
no sense in the spined
the plague is still crowded,
the way outlined
when lake has awakened
and sprouted at last
away to the blackened,
and far to the past
when forests have withered
and plains, and beyond
and mounts that lie hither
discarded their bond
when so-called painless
are about to pain -
then moves the awaitess
her lips in a grin…
(19 февраля 2001, 0:15)
Awaits
© Copyright: Alhora, 2001
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