In the Heart of the Wood (And What I Found There)

in the heart of the wood

in the closed forest

christ appeared to me

in several forms

one two three four

swastika i'm told

on the cliffs of mother

i walked with mary

behind the eyes of his innocence or guile

the young old man talks of the brittle walls

that held his son pinionned pinionned pinionned

mary walks on the cliffs but not on waters

then christ appeared as wind

mary runs down from the high walls

christ appears as flowers

down long path she walks

christ appears as the rubble

that holds the stones

that holds the paths

that holds the feet to the bones of the earth

oh if she waits

if she waits

if she waits

if she waits

if she waits

christ manifests slowly

as the dust on her eyes

before she falls again into fields of sleep

i would like this anger to dissolve

and i wait for another

revolution or revelation

it doesn't too much matter

when i see blood in wheals

all shall be well she said

but not to me

not to me

the skeleton of the universe

barbed wire of blues and stars

remains unmoved

when the mother ocean covers me

i rush to drown with her breakers

all shall be well she said

she said all shall be well

but not for me

but not for me