Take me seriously
and walk with your grassy mad footsteps
over the downstream of my river.
Chant as the rumbling river never
chant my funereal tale before .
Chant and lessen the death exultation
which as a sober guest
hides in his pockets my darkness.
Chant and let your poetry, wandering at night
to attract around it spacious light in exile right here.
Chant since a long time
I had never been ran orthograde
in the gloomy darkness while flows;
ripple and rising above the ah of the human cry,
above my arms, and my vows,
above a thousand of thousands of pickets
crucified sinless on it , my body.
Take me seriously oh my companion and
shout and erase the unlighted signs,
which planted in the history page,and
chant as the rumbling river never
chant the funereal tale before .
Categories:
orthograde, feelings,
Form: Free verse