My name conceals. To occupy its prison-dungeon is to die. Forgetting all, I prettify my name, I wreathe it in the sky . . . still in the darkness is let lie the truth. And that is lost thereby. With dust on dust I glorify this name of mine, exalt it high. My mind will work non-stop to try and keep it pure, all fault deny- such care I lavish on this lie, my name. All is lost thereby. ......................................................................................... When you erase my name, O Lord, then I shall be set free that day; and rescued from its self-made dream my life, re-born, in you will stay. But then I write my names design, obliterating your words line. This catastrophic life of mine- how long shall I endure it, pray? My name steals everybodys clothes, intent upon its own parade; and drowns out everybodys tune, intent on its own serenade. This name of mine-let it be gone! Your name my name shall rest upon: and so with all I will be one, without a name to pave the way.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 03:29:39 +0000
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