The prayer of stiffening souls
Make us immortal for one single hour,
grant us the folly of one mindless deed!
The eye that for no lasting goal would
scour
but, feverish and wide, would only heed
what’s caught in a pale face – the
instant’s flare –
not mourning for the ashes when it’s spent,
a scream that hangs there in the listless
air
like blood-red rose held in a haze of
scent!
Our hearts have never been so still, so
bare...
The darkness like a wall begins to tower,
dividing us from life-and-death, and there
we talk of it while late-night hours
recede...
Make us immortal for one single hour,
grant us the folly of one mindless deed!
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