Fisherman's songA Poem by SorenSkyscraper waves far over your head Surface your sky as you lie on its bed from deep out of your pores monsters creep In the eye of a hurricane dream you sleep A tornado of fire guides your way Voice of flame fires the clay Now heart of stone grinds your meal From bread pick a bone blood congeal It drips from a barbwire crown A fisherman can never drown Born of a virgin daughter He walks on troubled water
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