OUTLASTING MOTHS
7/30/2005
Forever the Messenger
Here in this place,
on isolated mountains
without cloak or crown.
Here, in this place,
where man seems more himself
than sleeping in the ground.
The doorkeeper's fate.
A deep religious vigil
of the gate.
Forever the messenger.
Never a god.
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