what now? my love?
the pain and the roots,
or the sky and the frost.
to lay here now. wondering always...
and to bring home carefully the dream of venus.
like an orchid crushed under the hooves of pigs.
or a child who is lost and wonders how long and why.
the blood and the gold mix angrily until the sky tears into pieces...
that night remains forever etched on my mind.
a granite movie of silent shock.
the pirate in me happy and jealous but patient 'till your return.
did you know you left these things behind?
four children.
the paintings.
a dark wooden altar.
and the wine and the bread and the shoes you made...
sven.
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