Calling for Vanished Faces I

If then, I meet you along the way
Where the laurel trees surround us on every side
If then, in a small space, I stand alone
And turn my head, and you smile there
If then, I reach out and touch your form
Where all your silence and your chaos meets
Where everything joins and parts

If I may once clutch your heart
And pull its beauty to my face
There the blood-fall falls, red river cracks
Behind me lies black mother mountain
The goats wheel 'round, great sign of lust

And how much I wanted you
And, oh Christ, how much more I want you now
The great pain, the great misery
To look and look
To look and look
And look and look

And find Nihil



Credits
Writer(s): David Michael Tibet, Michael Cashmore
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