Perliquin

Have you seen me? Walking down a winding road Have you met me? In the early morning Did you ask me where I was going? And what did I say Did I know myself better? Than I do these days Have you traveled there again since then? Along that dusty trail Have you seen my shadow wondering? As the trees in cold wind sway Do you hear me crying? Which way Which way?

Chain me Keep me captive here Lock me up in darkness for one-hundred and ten years Feed me crumbs from the stale bread fed to pecking birds Spit on me with your fowl mouth which speaks unholy words Make my only company the lowly mice of night But do you think these things my spirit will not fight? Free me My god has already done In my soul through a yellow field I run Even in this cell I feel the sunlight on my skin Warming recollections of a half remembered kin While now my body sits in this dampened room of rock My spirit will soon depart and through pearly gates will walk.

All we see now are traces of each other a pair of shoes or the scent of cigarettes crumbs on the counter and a disheveled cover I wonder when's the last time we met? All we see now are ghost of one another half drunken coffee and an empty gas tank an unfilled chair rocking that belongs to my mother she'll return in the morning with her job to thank All we see now are shadows of the other through exhaust fumes and a foggy glass door we come and go and each passing gets rougher but one day I promise her she'll miss me no more.

A virgin taken from her home and placed atop a three-legged throne Kings and foreigners come to hear the truths they find through the unclear Apollo speaks in ashen plumes through vessel and volcanic fumes On the seventh day it's heard a misty muddled whispered word What does the ear gain there a fruitful truth or a riddle bare?