191.
He
will be safer as a ferly-man if men they have or are
he
will be a leper-man in ordinary land
his
voice the bell to warn away the fearful
because
language is a holy terror believe me
hide
yourself in the silence of story
there’s
always something left to believe
dust
for sparrows said the old aesthete
be
bathed clean in what defiles us
Arbeit,
heilende Welle
in what defines us
how
far inland we’ve been carried by the wave
left
where no other wave can come
lost
among friends in a house of one’s own.
