Close your eyes…
Listen…
Silence…
Listen!
Go into the black;
Walk into oblivion,
Through it!
A pinhead?
A haystack?
A light?
Death or Life?
Are you dead or are you alive?
Lost at the road?
Lost at the choice?
Close your eyes…
Listen...
You’re alive, but dead!
You’re dead, yet alive!
The pinhead is the light
Of a planet of a Black Sun;
Revolving around it!
Your palms tickle
By the wheat flower
That they move across
In a warm winter day
In which you can see the Sun
The Son of Sun is day
And its cousin is night.
And as you caress the Son,
The cousin caresses the Sun;
Eclipsing the warm light
To end up the life
Of a hefty, dark day.
Close your eyes…
Listen…
Birds…
Chanting to the life
Of day and the death of night
The eclipse is over
The son is sun and the sun is son
Day has come
With a warm winter sun
So open your eyes
And sing the song
Of the death of the hefty Black Sun
And the birth of a new day.
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