Shadow Project Other Flesh
All the disease and lonely remorses What treasures in solitude With which we caress Eyes straining to see through theBlackness Through the still, damp air All day long I stare A child alternately sobbing or asleep Thje whole world is broken In new life and motion And I know I can never go back In sinister beauty Above my empty grave An anticipation of disaster Brings forth collective nightmares And in silence, behind them Come the twisted bodies of the dead (Bodies in balance, bodies in peace) Some enjoy the miracle of loving, The mirage of caring, The confusion of innocence - In the other flesh