Chanting the Flowers off the Wall at Noon 2
laden field of amber stalksbountiful with glorycan't stretch outbeyond the wall that locksthe outside out--and the drifting willowsthat suffocate the breathing of the windas they, try to chant the flowers off the wallthat barricade freedom, the reticent lush that can hardly move in motionthe realm--where the meadow treksthe living worldrefined in glory as the sun setsthe abba of the pasture moans all nightnesting the rhymes of grazing landclimbing stairways to the rural midnighttrapped in a sacrament not of their own making,but forcedone day the walls will breathe againthe noiseless soul creeps through the open tombisn’t it lovely and sweet~ Written November 25th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 08:21 AM PST 0 • 12
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"laden field of amber stalksbountiful with glorycan't stretch outbeyond the wall that locksthe outside out--and the drifting willowsthat suffocate the breathing of the windas they, try to chant the flowers off the wallthat barricade freedom, the reticent lush that can hardly move in motionthe realm--where the meadow treksthe living worldrefined in glory as the sun setsthe abba of the pasture moans all nightnesting the rhymes of grazing landclimbing stairways to the rural midnighttrapped in a sacrament not of their own making,but forcedone day the walls will breathe againthe noiseless soul creeps through the open tombisn’t it lovely and sweet~..."