Experiment 6
The Tears Of An Almost Christian
The Tears Of An Almost Christian
The dark crazy laughter of the soul
Explodes my life.
My core of cynic, as hard and whole
As very moon
Lives on in faith's grey room.
I can hear him stirring
In the stone-dead tomb
Scratching on desire's hard floor
Latching that dead-cold door.
Spiritual:
Can't you hear him tapping
up the lonely blind alley and
knocking at each armoured door!
Can't you hear all heaven
dropping in the stillness!
hear him tapping
up the blind dark alley
----- o open myself
to catch him, catch him,
while all heaven falls.