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‘Sweet fires, deep dreamers; sweet fires, deep dreamers

Deep in the cool of cables and memes

Boys and their dreams

Sweet fires, deep dreamers; sweet fires, deep dreamers

Out of these hearts do flow, rivers of blessedness!

Fear and respectfulness

Tears of deep thankfulness.

Sweet fires, deep dreamers.

 

All of you! Sons of the most high!

Out of your heart shall flow, rivers of golden light!

 

Well then let us ice the cake …

And let us feel this ache, that trembles in the heart

And let us hold this thing, that wrestles in the dark

And let us sing this song, that’s scribbled in the art.

 

All of you! Sons of the most high!

Out of your heart shall flow, rivers of golden light!

 

This myth is your myth, the seed in the grape

Complication

Knock at the door baby cry

Mother’s scream in the night

Here you come once was toys—traffic noise

Wounded deep, crown of thorns.

Father grin, mother sing, brother laugh, sister sleep

Running jump, dance and swing

 

Loving the little thing,

Like puppy in puddles

Loving the little thing

Like puppy in puddles.

 

All of you! Sons of the most high!

Out of your heart shall flow, rivers of golden light!

 

But out of these hearts do flow

Rivers of emptiness

Fear and forgetfulness

Tears of regretfulness.

Deep in the cool of cables and memes

Boys and their dreams.

Sleep fires, weep dreamers

Sleep fires, weep dreamers.

 

All of you! Sons of the curst!
Come quench your thirst … at Golgotha’s worst

Come feel this love in Jesus’ heart

Come hold this thing in Jacob’s dark

Come sing this song in Magdalene’s art.

 

All of you! Sons of the most high!

Out of your heart shall flow

Rivers of golden light.

 

Sweet fires, deep dreamers; sweet fires, deep dreamers

Deep in the cool of cables and memes

Boys and their dreams

Out of these hearts do flow, rivers of blessedness!

Fear and respectfulness

Tears of deep thankfulness.

All of you … sons of the most high

Out of your heart shall flow rivers of golden light

Sweet fires, deep dreamers

Sweet fires, deep dreamers.’

(Peter Volkofsky: winter, 2012)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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