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Thursday, August 26, 2010


We need a thousand zithers
and a thousand tambourines,
and even more,
a thousand new moon trumpets
to play this song.

I heard an unknown voice,
strange lips calling me, pleading, please…
I answered from the hiding place of thunders
though thoroughly provoked by your bitter waters.

And now, who will listen;
who will submit?
There should be no strange gods here,
no capricious deities
always demanding but never appeased
by your sacrifice.

Open your insatiable mouths
and I will pour sweet honey from the rock.


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