The evening gathers,
And I, in my mustard hoodie,
My legs outstretched,
Sitting on a rock,
Under the tangerine sky,
And I have come upon
A lost and forgotten place,
Where the roof comes down
To meet the floor,
And the smell of hay
and proving dough rises,
With accents of marzipan
And autumn's apples,
After all this carnal charm,
A sanctus bell sounds,
And the world is polished
With a sharpness that I can’t reach,
A song I have forgotten ...
Falling from this to an alchemy,
Beyond now or then,
Today or tomorrow,
No story can describe,
And the fading light
throws diamonds in the dust,
This banner over me
Is love.
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