Category: Glass Box In Vision

I wilt and I thin
For glassier days,
Of insects on the playground.
Sun scorched tarmac
Warm to my heart,
My golden childhood crowned.

The valleys of grey
Beckon me on
To the snow and deep stiring streams.
But gone are the days
Of daisy flood hills
Left in the oakend and ashen dreams.

This power of attorney lays down my life,
Thus, my life I must lay down too.
Gone,

Oh’ man in the moon…
Thou art lunatic,
In looks,
In race,
And in mind.

Oh’ you are so distant
From this body,
From others,
In sight
And in mind.

But between two globes
Of lumining myst,
My heart lies,
I live not…
…I don’t mind.

To calm my heart
And quench my need,
Hold me close to your harvest seed.

Give me what
Belongs to me
I want you now obsessively.

Then when I die
On your piercing knife-

At least take comfort that you gave me life.

Glass Box In Vision was produced in 1985