With crazy sex, the number of babies grew—
This is what the god of life knew.
This is why birth in the flesh is what the god decries.
There will be less babies. But not one of them dies.
The darkness is for life, because life murders,
And your angel is for death, because death is peace.
Common sense only works in the beginning,
In the first instant your decision is made.
You cannot change your mind—in wisdom—
After the disaster is paid.
To save the world in its first lusty breath
God had to think fast: to save the world, he gave it death.
Love is when the harbor is like glass
Because no wind is blowing.
The tortured wind arises
In your obeisance to knowing.
Who is your love? And where are they going?
The water’s ripples are kisses returned
To the wind. Long ago, your ship burned,
And your mind fell in love with knowing.
Love is when the harbor is like glass
And no wind is blowing.