And aren’t the streets fortunate to have you..

and thats never what i really wanted for the city of Gold

i really wanted the foundations to be solid

i wanted there to be the most precious of stones

and is there still?

and arent the streets fortunate to have you?

and when could we achieve equilibrium?

when was the justice hall barren for five hundred millenia..

we knew it inside the temple of man

that new moon

she spoke to me in my dreams

she touched my forehead in reality 

and kissed me softly saying,

“all the engines roared

all the lions bore their fangs

all the snakes slithered to their holes 

all the places were set at every dinner table

Christ is risen

his sons at his right. 

his face golden 

he called out for his bride…”


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