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Why then must a shroud be my horizon

why must the angel of death roost on my faithful shoulder / I will forge me a new season

 

 

Thresholds

By Mevlut Ceylan 

Listen you must bury me before you go away

stony tireless shadows like dead coffins on the wall

leeching on life's endless desires

 

I am the earth yet I am haunted

by rotten waters

the surrenders to the dark

but I used to have seasons

blossoming from other seeds

 

Why then must a shroud be my horizon

why must the angel of death roost on my faithful shoulder

I will forge me a new season

 

Oh I must rise from anvils

strong as a blade of grass

strong as the gathering lava of patience

slowly raiding the shores of light

and love's unspelt thresholds

 

Listen my blood is my roof

do not go away

come and sit next to me

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