my rm, my ylb

kAYE_Davanita

here's what i came up with after listening to intense live versions of rm and ylb.


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my rm

i didnt know that the phone rang twice, thrice, stopped...twice, thrice
i'd like to think that you made me occupied
by your clever arrival
like a phantom of yet another incomprehensible skeptism
whose enticing wit i cant ostentatiously deny
you lulled my wakefulness
by the graceful maneuvering of your
comforting wings
your intoxicating lullabyes
until i fell into deep slumber
with your ruthless crimson quill thrust in my neck.

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my ylb

you knew he speaks of nothing
yet his voice pierces the nothingness
that dares not to swallow the burning space
packed in by familiar gleam of
strange crowd whose sweet sweats unite the multitude
up in the air no barren borough
but hands clasping the impassioned promise
of the endless night
of his promise to stay
of putting end to gripping cold, momentarily isolation
the miracles in his eyes are held too tight
for everyone in there, in the night
for me who views his might from a distant place and distant time….

ylb (06/11/00 nurnberg, germany)