Again

Endless circles around which I twist my tongue
and the world goes down again.
The world spins around again.
The day seems to blast out of a rocket shell into no man’s land
and there I go standing in the middle again.
The ties that bind and cut into my flesh tear into the heart of it all.
And the world revolves around and around like nothing ever happened.
The moon rises and the wolves begin to howl again.
I find my soul dredged out of the mud again.
Lying on the river edge bleeding into the water that washes me clean again.
The night air rips at my eyes and the passion of the forbidden
calls out for me again.
The endless circles around which I twist my tongue
and swallow it all down whole fill me up again.
I look for the war and find no peace.
I see nothingness in the fullness of everything that surrounds me truly.
The mourning feeling of death undone and the grave is cold and bare again.
Deep dark soil damp with life brimming inside and I am flat-line again.
Resurrection of the being that once bloomed forth inside
the mind of fruitless wonder and I go down again.
The world revolves around the universe
and I am the centre piece at this banquet for the dead again.
Laying on the edge of the table with a mouthful of apple
and I am the apparition again.
The morning dawns over the end and the world spins me upside down again.
The sky is always blue
and the eyes blindfolded and beaten to remission
do not see.
My heart drains away into the vast void of black
and into the seas of antiquity again.
I wither away into the shadows of my former self
and nothing of me remains again.
Digging up the bones on the river bank.
The blood has washed me away.
The wolves have had at me.
There is nothing but the dead-alive of me again.
The world has forgotten me once more.
And again down goes the world while my mouth twists out these circles endlessly.