Liberation

There's something behind the bush
Something cold, dark and sharp
The cold north wind has come back to town
To haunt a few, to pay forgotten dues.
A boy waits for the bus as a predator stalks
The Grim shoots a glance towards the clock.

The guitar jumps to the sharpest tunes
Ripples come alive in a near-by pond
Cigarette burns between locked  fingers
As letters burn to wash away the past
A distant song about an unknown Hotel
Swims through the senses deep into the blood.

The knocks get a little louder on the door
Pen and paper make love once more
Desires loop out into yet another nothingness
An embryo forms in the womb of the Goddess.
Water breaks on the universe, here comes the rain
No matter how many days you live, live without shame.