We have the same beating heart

but our faces instruct us to

����������� decide

To define the right and the wrong.

My skin is purer

Your soul is darker; damned

Your way is ignorant-sinful.

Virtue is heart

����������� I am connected to you

����������������������� but you don�t believe me.

Creed: my God is dead?

Your God never lived

����������� But my heart is yours.

 

Why is this human structure so confining.

Don�t you suffocate?� Can you gasp the air?

I will beat

I will beat for you.

 

Speak of angels, speak of Death

Whisper to the Goddess, but don�t force.

Open��������������� O�� P�� E�� N

If I lose my speech, my Goddess . . .

Speak for me and touch the eyes

And ears of Earth.

Beat for me and I will beat.

 

7 April 2004