song of songs.

October 4, 2013 § Leave a comment


Hold my sign close to my body like a wound

Eyes lips chest, I was dust in life and am

I lay down and slept, yet I awoke as living

Remove from me my skin that my heart may

Be heard beating

In the song of the ascents sung while sleeping be

Utterly, silent

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