My darling, I’m waiting for you
How long is a day in the dark
Or a week
The fire is gone now
And I’m horribly cold
I really ought to drag myself outside
But then there’d be the sun
I’m afraid I waste the light
On the paintings and on writing thses words
We die
We die rich with lovers and tribes
Tastes we have swallowed
Bodys we have entered...
And swum up like rivers
Fears we’ve hidden in
Like this wreched cave
I want all this marked on my body
We are the real countries
Not the boundaries drawn on maps
The name of powerful men
I know you’ll come and carry me out into the palace of winds
That’s all I’ve wanted
To walk in such a place with you, with friends
An earth without maps
The lamp’s gone out , and I’m writing...
In the darkness
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