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Published on Apr 11, 2009
Patti Smith Group - Easter (1978)
Easter Sunday, we were walking. Easter Sunday, we were talking. Isabel, my little one, take my hand. Time has come.
Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella, all is knowing. And my heart, Isabella. And my head, Isabella.
Frederick and Vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee. Oh, the path leads to the sun. Brother, sister, time has come.
Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella, all is knowing. Isabella, we are dying. Isabella, we are rising.
I am the spring, the holy ground, the endless seed of mystery, the thorn, the veil, the face of grace, the brazen image, the thief of sleep, the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace. I am the sword, the wound, the stain. Scorned transfigured child of Cain. I rend, I end, I return. Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh. I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star, the ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ dying and drying as I rise tonight.
Isabella, we are rising. Isabella, we are rising . . .
flower and heart are equal. as one unfolds the other is closing. the fist of charm. the dance of fathoms. of voids. of veils. layer after layer. wall after wall. there is always more. there is always more after.
the scalloped edges of further valour. the vigil of soldiers. foot and circular. the waving tremors of empty warriors. a thorn in the wound of love. of torture. another immeasurable pain to suffer.
first dealing w/entry into the spirit. the wall is pierced and the will assaulted is vaulted. is shimmied into. is fenced. fencing defending the sheets of the flesh winding and binding and then to relax.
seconds of suspension in the pass of pain wailing, exhaling. passed thru the strange. this is the formula. the force of the father. the hand that extends. the heart that is bleeding hard then harder then silent and beating.
in a space warm and glowing. infinite yet dense. the tune of chain caught then stretched. the is the communication of the future. death is a dance. a ballroom. a glove an extension of total abandon in/love.