mātr

That night i crawled back

Into the womb

To see again

Your dreams in black and white

...to meet your demons

The raven

The worm

The dog

I descended

Circle by circle

I danced with shadows

And sang with the dumb

I drank the black nectar of life and joy

I ate the white salt of truth

...this morning i look at the snow

The cerement of the world is blinding white

Crows' silhouettes above paint black

Across the dirty milky canvas of the sky

The triumph of the moment

The coldness of its splendour

Give meaning to the hollow

True mourning into mirth

Let the bliss reign

Today is the festival

Will you ever have another chance

To revel at your own funeral?

Shout and scream

Pour the rivers of wine

Sign the hymns and dirges, all at once

For it's your last time...

Our answers lie beneath the snowy shroud

The warmth of breath won't melt away the ice

Only the sun will, burning the eyes

Boiling the blood, tearing off the flesh

To the white bone

To the black stone

So sweet of them

To let this tragedy persist

To play the ancient drama

Of setting us face to face

With ourselves

The worm

The raven

The dog

We grope our way in the dark

Where even snow seems black

We seek for purport

In the desert

Where only wind can speak

Thus, endless is our wandering

For what we long for is the end

...crows' silhouettes paint black

Across the canvas of the sky

The symbols they evoke

Are yet to be deciphered