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I awoke in the summer

The sun struck the earth to furnish us with fire

But jealous hands fashioned their cross to a sword

Brandished their gift as a torch to burn the light

«To the dead, we owe only the truth»

The human condition

Surveying the space between the nave, I saw my own infernal grave

Existential imperfections

We sat scrawling out notes on scratched oak tombs

Bullets bouncing off stonewall saints, laid to rest by our Forebear

At their children, at the dissidence of despair

This proximal milieu could close the door to the

Closeness that keeps us inside the spaces that we hide

My heart burns cold as life, leaves my daughter’s eyes

I am the mother of the dying, the dust, the denouement

How can absence take my father’s house?

How can nothing take my daughter’s life?

Walk me out from this tomb

If you are the gate, could you make a way?

Come down from that cross

Hold out your hands so I can see

Je suis sorti vivant du four crématoire

Je suis le témoin sacré de l'église

Je suis une mère qui a tout perdu

This fire burns your name on my lips

And this smoke chokes your song on my throat

Now let death lynch my lungs

I offer what’s left of this withering tongue

But oh, «No Exit «So bright as the light that shines behind the Son

I leaped through stained glass saints

To fall to the garden where we first began

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