Sylvia Mae Gorelick - Angel Applicant lyrics

after Paul Klee spoked and spinning cobra-quick I whistle as in trains —they fill with music when you aren't looking from the ashen balcony quick talk along the northern Rhine a dance of fish in circles when the waves arrive and menace of a flood from high above the oracle in all its quivering masks how long from the proscenium the sages stood—now played in foreign tones by an orange — the universal egg and a blossoming girl dressed up in rubies and a die thrown by a god rolls onstage shadowed by the cosmic arrow preaching on the mountain I'm all eyes—it's funny —I the earless in our maze— when little hope comes storming up to our old city drunk on its confusion spelling the labyrinth hymn in broken gestures I'm the translator of sorrow into song I ascend every volcano on earth to breathe its purest smoke and still my millionth leg has not become a wing and out of sunlit cries and prayers to a timorous moon who has no time I've kept no trace of love and no great voice has graced my struck millennia of suffering and if I flew to every lonesome planet then O then my mistress worlds would harmonize in excentricity —then we should win the sovereign right to die we the heavenless would put out our last light and end this princely dream beneath a fallen dusk we call the tunnel of our time revolting daily everywhere without a ground only opacity survives the clouds are singing us offstage