A blessing for tonight: may you see the city lights from the outskirts of your town A blessing for the evening: may the sun poke holes in the diaphragmatic sky and conceive the morning dew that forms on you And may the ghosts stay Long buried In cemeteries A blessing for your downbeat heart: may you dance with the throng to the beating of one drum And for your softly dancing feet: may the wind lift your heels like love lifts our heart When we were at our breaking point at the edge of the world May you be fearless In the conquest Of tomorrow Your flesh licks your bone, and your brain's as battered as the blood-red moon in the sun See my rotting mouth spew forth a flaming, double-edged tongue I can speak and lies can run So may the ghosts stay Long buried In your memories