Paroles de American Sonnet

This is the place Where all the lives are planted In my eyes Black things writhe On the ground Red things gush from Volcanic gaseous tremblings Become blood and light Mountains of flesh raging toward Rapturous seas Where crowns of trees Inspired by flame, extol the night My abysmal Fear compels the Moon Compels wave upon wave Compels reason The tombs The tombs are Are Are fertile with sacred rememberings The ancient rhymes The disaster of couplings The turbulent blaze of greed's agonies Shadows reaching for time And time unraveling and undone Undone Sky, river Mother, your tongue plunders my mouth Sky, river Mother, your tongue plunders my mouth My mouth Sky, river Mother, your tongue plunders my mouth Sky, river Mother, your tongue plunders my mouth Sky, river Mother, your tongue plunders my mouth Sky, river Mother, your tongue plunders my mouth