The Birds Of Night Peck

And What Importance Do I Have In The Courtroom Of Oblivion?

Our Love Was Born Outside The Walls, In The Wind, In The Night, In The Earth, And That's Why The Clay And The Flower, The Mud And The Roots Know Your Name.

And When You Appear All The Rivers Sound In My Body, Bells Shake The Sky, And A Hymn Fills The World.

The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of A Day Nourished With Our Sad Blood.

In The House Of Poetry Nothing Endures That Is Not Written With Blood To Be Heard With Blood.