I am asleep, I am awake - I know not
who or what comes to me or
where I go
For Heirs is the inheritance of theirs
the rituals I make - the words
I write of it.
Heirs spirit fills me - I am like a cross
which is put inside a cross
of a cross.
They drink from me, I am like a river
which flows through them,
splashing into.
It is like gathering it into a mussel
and we drink from ourselves,
sate our thirst.
For they are inside and outside me
like mountains which rise
next to me.
I rise with them, I fall with them
It flows with and through us
there we are:
A voice which speaks into our own
nose, mouth, ears and eyes
and pierce it. |