when a horse goes wild,
the bush is silent with neighing tones
when a lion goes hunting,
a roar envelopes the jungle’s name
when the raging storm seeks solace,
there are troubles and miracles in one take
let us bleed our own blood,
to know that the seeker is also soughtour names must not be written,
to know we bear not Lucifer’s face…
and He said:”In living we must die daily.”That is what He said.
And we are all there NOW.
In a season of laugh and deathlike our hearts which should beat FOREVER…