So when and where Were the revolutions? The deserts now Are full of the comas of stars Bone and memory of fallen faces Killing stars and wine So when and what Were the revolutions? The Saints offered Heads for halos Kissing silver rains Pulled jaguars To the edge of constellations Called all beyond the Call Breathed lateral blood Not beast at Winter With grasshoppers eyes like almonds The sound of cicadas just clouds As real as rainbows Beauty hovering and hiding In the scrubby earth Lies Murder sour Meanwhile seamless The flowered face smiles At last shots of Mass From erased emperors At the turn of her tidal face Beloved by the seasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
