Atlas of Cosmic Fords

Nord'n'commander

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Wait for me, I am here again in your lives.
I'm just here in your run-down souls.
Sun of Valkyries and your mystic knife.
In this desert I'm the water-hole.

But just now the door to your souls is stiff.
Can't you see, there are the hard rays?
And my soul is only end-leaf
In the secret Book of Space-ways.

I'm the Atlas of all Cosmic-fords.
My life is broken rest.
But some day I'll take you to Gods,
Who wracked this warmth in my chest.

I am swimming today in the spray
Of the Lake, that is full of your blood and tears.
I will not decline my head all the way,
Though I see horse-load of spears.

But I know, that our fight
Is able to destroy this clock-face...
The Nightplanet is calling us with its light,
With asteriated beams from deep Space.