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song of a poet on the road

By B.I. Kukla
nothing was ever the same
when the words started streaming
i saw an open road, but i thought i was dreaming
so i walked half-mute and half-lame

the water i drink
the salt i become
and the gold i find
say this road is mine

with every step i find a piece of gold
and a crystal sword pierces my soul
sometimes Life hands me a cup of wine
sometimes it makes me sweat in the Word mine

the wine i drink
the fire i become
and the gold i find
say this road is mine

i worked at the wine press until my clothes were half-red
i learned to fight with two swords in my hands
the light of the Word cannot be sold
but i inherit the fields of pure gold

the bread i eat
the light i become
and the gold i find
say this road is mine

for as long as i live i will sing songs of awe
at the wisdom of God hidden from this world
which, to fathom, you must be a child
with a whole new heart of a whole new gold

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