Colourful Themes


My ear laughs at the sound 
of chaos

Because this heart
sits, restful,
Before the colourful themes 
of the Kings nurture and preservation

satisfying my curiosity,
my longings
Don't grow into death: 
align with eternal honeyed
fountains
When I was a child, 
I sat on my steel shoulders
and drunk also from the
cup of unprofitable wells
Weariness, this dependence 
on my fragile self was a
thorn in my soul, a

doctrine of the mundane
Emptiness, this dependence 
on others;
O’ an endless drought
within men
My eyes wonder; 
the speed of humanism
at the expense of God
Don't grow into death. 
Wake up from your
tiring eyes,
O’ man

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