“And when I go to you, my life is whole” - Rainer Maria Rilke
Like a deer wading on streams of water, so my heart longs for you.
how the red flesh and the tenderness of my heart affect your Name.
I take a whip of the days, I see a whip of branches and a net,
Bleach cleans the forest from waterfalls.
Before the ceremony, church poems sang the language of the family.
Every animal I killed became a witness
fill all chairs with the parts they fit together. I'm almost mad
Father, reach out my hand, guide me to your fire.
You know, and they've worn me out terribly.
You are the pain of my blood.
Yours truly is the portion of my lungs.
Don’t forget my lacy eyes and I will always destroy you.
Find our Father, in the church wheat and the sun.
Before that I was a disciple, a wife, a caretaker of the perfect name.
My body is just a killing machine. Treat me like me
and I will follow you. Oh, how can I see that it is possible in your fire.
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