Most Múlik Pontosan

Right now it passes exactly,
I let it go, let it leave me
It runs out of me
I thought you were the only one
You don’t belong here
You’re not right for me
Lightning strikes, thunder rolls
This is really love.

I see it swoop down
A bird flies over me
In its gaping heart, barbed wire
In its beak, a straw
I rock myself,
While it lands on an apple tree
In God’s garden
Inhaling apple cider.

I’d race on with you through the night
On the spotted Indian horse of dreams
A shaman’s heart trembles in the kitchen knife
Mud and swamp beneath my feet.

Since then, endlessly
I see you everywhere
I stare blankly into the distance
My home is hell
Shattered paradise
A liquid distorted mirror
Shining in the light of fireflies.