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[taechay]

I need a frame for this sketch of my life
and a lamp on my head with dutch light
the one of rembrandt
this doesn't show quietness and piety
my colors are like my beard
betraying a jew that remained in babylon

the fish lies dead on the pier
and again I smell like that
somewhere in the clouds a gregorian chant
embracing the symmetry of my life
that is there anyway

if death held razors at my throat
I would embrace this life again
if love were like food and water
I'd build a church with naked hands