The Depths Aren’t As Real As They Seem
Deine herrliche Stadt, Vater -
Und Du das him dieser Stadt -Und wir alle im Licht dieser Stadt…
Und wo sind die Menschen, Vater,
Deren Hände Deine Stadt?
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Lust is greed
Unchecked and balances
Weighed heavily against the breeze
In tandem through immortal rain.
Wilt then thou painful bruises
Die tonight, ablaze
In primrose pastures of the night?
But there: another goal has reached its mark
Dissolving bones
Ten hours until apocalypse…
What gibberish wrought forth from influence.
I long to drag my thoughts around
Like filtered cigarette,
Although I’ve never thus survived it
Warming soul through joining touch
And Moloch now is eyeing me: O God!
Repentance, I desire in my soul
Upon an altar, stationary foal
Why loiter?
Moving past the goal I feign to find
A reason to keep living.
But then, maybe
Through the fog
I will revise it.
There I leave my body.
Farewell thee; goodbye.
Although I net a loss,
I live forevermore.
Lust is greed
Unchecked and balances
Weighed heavily against the breeze
In tandem through immortal rain.
Wilt then thou painful bruises
Die tonight, ablaze
In primrose pastures of the night?
But there: another goal has reached its mark
Dissolving bones
Ten hours until apocalypse…
Lasset uns einen Turm Bauen,
Dessen Spitze bis a die Sterne riche!
What gibberish wrought forth from influence.
I long to drag my thoughts around
Like filtered cigarette,
Although I’ve never thus survived it
Warming soul through joining touch
And Moloch now is eyeing me: O God!
Repentance, I desire in my soul
Upon an altar, stationary foal
Why loiter?
Moving past the goal I feign to find
A reason to keep living.
Lobgesang des Einen
Wurde Fluch der Andern.
Is no leader immune from the charm of power then
To be among the members of the deep?
The veil runs backwards, seeking to implode;
My head hangs heavy, red flames carry on;
Another shot of whiskey, my good man!
I most likely will find regret tomorrow,
For the murderer is on my windowsill.
I’m lost again
Upon the well established microbes of the dawn.
There in the grime, my nose takes in the dirt;
This is my finest moment!
To be among the members of the deep?
The veil runs backwards, seeking to implode;
My head hangs heavy, red flames carry on;
Another shot of whiskey, my good man!
I most likely will find regret tomorrow,
For the murderer is on my windowsill.
I’m lost again
Upon the well established microbes of the dawn.
There in the grime, my nose takes in the dirt;
This is my finest moment!
Mittler zwischen
Hirn und händen
Muss das herz sein.
Fine: tomorrow I will wake
And with tomorrow’s tea
Will cauterize my genius
Set within the confines of immortal words.
I stoop to wonder:
Should I go in sheer defiance
Of the refuge sanitary reckoning
The angels trod, and mice upend the mold?
Concussion seems thus imminent
As I, asunder, stumble blindly in the dark
Longing for unstained bread
Upon my wobbly feet.
Confound it! Hubris broke my back.
This cannot be my proudest moment.
And with tomorrow’s tea
Will cauterize my genius
Set within the confines of immortal words.
I stoop to wonder:
Should I go in sheer defiance
Of the refuge sanitary reckoning
The angels trod, and mice upend the mold?
Concussion seems thus imminent
As I, asunder, stumble blindly in the dark
Longing for unstained bread
Upon my wobbly feet.
Confound it! Hubris broke my back.
This cannot be my proudest moment.
But then, maybe
Through the fog
I will revise it.
There I leave my body.
Farewell thee; goodbye.
Although I net a loss,
I live forevermore.
"Du hast mich gerufen,
Und bin ich."
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