Listen to the eerie darkness. Listen to the old
crimson voices of the night.

Desert-voyage, crucifixion, and listen to the
cold crimson voices of the night.

Crepuscular creatures rise at dawn and sip
from the surreal cup of ever flowing light.

Later, I will cross the River of Time and listen
to the cold crimson voices of the night.

I dance in the Garden of Eden with my wounded
soul, taste my loneliness-a dark piece of Void, a

small bite-chunk of knowledge, and I eat the old
crimson voices of the night.

Within my private universe, I shriek the Mourner’s
Kaddish and say goodbye. A blackbird flies away,

and I listen to the cold crimson voices of the night.

Now, I swallow the eerie darkness, capture a
vanishing soul, and lock it in an invisible cage.

I wait for death and resurrection and drink the old
crimson voices of the night.