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In the heart of the wood
In the closed forest
Christ appeared to me in several forms
One, two, three, four
Swastika, I'm told
On the Cliffs of Moher, I walk with Mary
Behind the eyes of his innocence or guile
The young old man talks
Of the brittle walls
That held his son
Pinion, pinion, pinioned
Mary walks on the Cliffs
But not on waters
Then Christ appeared as wind
Mary runs down from the high-walls
Christ appeared as flowers
Down long-path, she walks
Christ appears as the rubble
That holds the stones
That holds the paths
That holds the feet
To the bones of the Earth
Oh, If she waits, if she waits
If she wakes, if she wakes
Christ manifests slowly
As the dust on her eyes
Before she falls again
Into fields of sleep
I would like this anger to dissolve
And I wait for another
Revolution or revelation
It doesn't too much matter
Whether if I see blood in wheels
"All shall be well", she said
Not to me, but not to me
The skeleton of the universe
Barbed wire of blues and stars
Remains unmoved
When the mother ocean covers me
I rush to drown
With her breakers
"All shall be well", she said, she said
And all shall be well
But not for me, oh, not for me
