Michael March: The Future

I killed the innocent with innocent hands

The blood I drank runs down my leg

What is known is known to all

Only the future exists

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Oiled as a snake

Sent as a thief

The nudity of detachment

Provides a charmed life

What goes up

Never goes up

The laws of gravity

Grave

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It comes towards

the end

The greater part

of life

Heart upon heart

No lighter

to detain

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I forgot to say we grow old

Love no easier to dispose

I forgot many times

"That to which all things aim"

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"A river flowing on the borders of heaven"

Darkness over both eyes

All that exists-weightless

"Satiety in all things"