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…”