i’ve been
in bars
i’ve been
in cellars
the smell
of fear drove me near
had someone
seen him sleeping here
i’ve been
to mars
i’ve been
to vegas
still no
sign or thought or deal
that
someone saw him signing in
and all he
told me is: keep knocking
i’ve seen
bombs (one)
i’ve heard
bells (voice)
i’ve seen
saints (that moves)
in their
robes (one sound)
i’ve had
the noise (ice)
i’ve had
the flashes (on sand)
i’ve seen
the bodies (blood)
on the
ropes (coagulates)
i’ve seen
the band (rhythm)
rows of
hands (is on)
skin and
bones (child)
humble
drones (in me)
i’ve seen
the king (white)
i’ve seen
the queen (as a lilly of the valley)
i’ve banged
the drums (scarf)
i’ve drank
the blood (on the staircase where she hung)
i’ve been
in water (black)
i’ve been
in sand (it
comes)
i sank and
swam (at night)
binge and
purge (when i’m out of my body)
i’ve been in
air (one)
i’ve seen
them stare (is the name)
i’ve bent
the space (of the wholeness)
i’ve bent
the time (in me)
i’ve seen
the cities (from there)
underground (no return)
i’ve seen
the cities (no one)
underground (to tell me)
and in the
hole deep and dim
I FOUND HIM
from there
no return
no one to
tell me
what is
there
i climb
i climb
i climb
i climb
up
up
up
and up
Taken in Antwerp, Belgium, August 2011
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