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 Moher

I walk 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 pinnioned

Mary walks on the Cliffs

But not on waters

Then Christ appeared as wind

Mary runs down from the highwalls

Christ appears as flowers

Down longpath 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

If she waits

Oh if she wakes

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

If I see blood in wheals

"All shall be well" she said

But not for me

Not for 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

Oh, not for me