Untitled (You & Me)
ah, my dear beloved, worshipper of me, worshipper of death:
I will devour you entirely
I will steal you away in the city of lights
You will perform to me
Upon me
For I am your thundering storm
I am huge
And you shall perform on me
Through the streets filled with names and monopolies
Behind the desk of authority, you will
Get down and kneel
Before me you will perform
A great storm
Breathe this flaming rock
Inside and out
Meet it half way
Then take it all the way
© 1997 David Greg Harth
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