Ix – All The World Makes Great Blood

Sorry then bird flightPasses across my windowSorry then dog crouchesUnder the still sunSorry then oi jeRegrette tout ce ueJ’ai faitOù le soleil se couche ILie me down I layWith Your body under theHoneysunSuckled lovewing mineYou wereI was not yet dressed Tibetan redAnd into You, as You’ll recallI fledThe twig-smashed landscapeIs rolling and wavingWolf wild wide wind walkingSoft smoke star space stalkingThis is the comic book endWe have waited forAnd not believed inOh nearly not at allOh nearly not at allOnce when we were youngOh once we were so youngAnd the rainways licking the glassMade us the observers of the distant distanceWe there watched the sky’s goddy tearsOnly once did GoodGod cry blackAnd then all the clockmovements startTo crick crack crickBy the hairs on my headBy the stare in my eyesBy the pain in my heartI shall whisper through signs:All this world makes great bloodAll this world makes great bloodAll this world makes great bloodAll this world makes great bloodAll this world makes great bloodAll this world makes great bloodAll this world makes great blood

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