A poem by Patrick Wolf

NEW BLOG - APRIL 20
20.04.07

the tower and the thickets

all along the river
pedalling fast as i could
as all the wastelands flowered
crashed cars and rubbish flourish
with blackberries and redberries

blackberries
sweet
redberries
berries...

have I been travelling so long
that I forgot how to stop?
why are the brakes all broken
wheels spinning out of control

and in the mirror

pale and deathly

have became

what have I become?

mother

what have I become?

lover

what have I become?

still looking for some tower
off all the rails and the roads
in need of resurrection
as my desires and powers
grow in thickets
tall all round me...

around, around, around

So now
Just let the wastelands flower
and all the thickets grow
grow, grow as all the wastelands
flower and all the thickets grow
tall and taller, tall all round me...

-by patrick for william yeats

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