Who are you
Who is born
In the next room?
So loud to my own?
That I can hear the womb
Opening and the dark run
Over the ghost and
The dropped son
Behind the wall thin
As a wrens bone?
In teh birth bloody
Room unknown
To the burn and
Turn of Time
And the heart print of man
Bows no baptism
But dark alone
Blessing on the Wild Child.
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| Katrina next to Gramophone at Le Salon |
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