away from love

Revelation of Paradise

I wonder about the fairytales,
The refusal of eyelids
And yet all images bypass this completion,
Nails pierce through
The last piece of rib
To the mad fragmented valley,
And still further,
Where all day it rains.

Conversations of God,
The conspiracies of sin,
The prayerbells down below.
I can hear everything;
That’s no fantasy
From night skies,
I live invisible
In passing hands of time.