1. When the rain runs down my face
(washing off: the day I have put on
and the day that was put on me),
I remember the day your Touch came,
(un)gluing me from the inside.

2. When I walk on water
(in the twilight–my own witching hour)
I wonder who taught the trees
the wisdoms they whisper to themselves.

3. The ox-man’s strength is not in his arms,
nor in the way he moves on the ground;
It is in his eyes,
in the way he looks through his enemy’s heart.


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