In The Heart Of The Wood And What I Found There

In the heart of the wood
 In the closed forest
 Christ appeared to me in several forms
 One, two, three, four
 Swastika, I'm told
 On the Cliffs of Moher, I walk with Mary
 Behind the eyes of his innocence or guile
 The young old man talks
 Of the brittle walls
 That held his son
 Pinion, pinion, pinioned
 Mary walks on the Cliffs
 But not on waters
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 Then Christ appeared as wind
 Mary runs down from the high-walls
 Christ appeared as flowers
 Down long-path, she walks
 Christ appears as the rubble
 That holds the stones
 That holds the paths
 That holds the feet
 To the bones of the Earth
 Oh, If she waits, if she waits
 If she wakes, if she wakes
 Christ manifests slowly
 As the dust on her eyes
 Before she falls again
 Into fields of sleep
 I would like this anger to dissolve
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 And I wait for another
 Revolution or revelation
 It doesn't too much matter
 Whether if I see blood in wheels
 "All shall be well", she said
 Not to me, but not to me
 The skeleton of the universe
 Barbed wire of blues and stars
 Remains unmoved
 When the mother ocean covers me
 I rush to drown
 With her breakers
 "All shall be well", she said, she said
 And all shall be well
 But not for me, oh, not for me