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We drink the morning
after it has happened.
We drink what remains
when names refuse their sound.

Stones learn our mouths.
Ash keeps the grammar.
A word survives
by breaking in two.

I speak to you
from the wrong side of breath,
where meaning is not given
but endured.

Hands pass through history
without touching.
Still—
a pulse insists.

This sentence limps.
Let it limp.
Truth does not walk straight
through burned fields.

I place one word
against the dark.
Not to light it—
to know it is there.

And if you answer,
answer quietly.
The dead are listening
for accuracy.

Black Milk, Later.. 

Hands pass through history
without touching.
Still—
a pulse insists.

This sentence limps.
Let it limp.
Truth does not walk straight
through burned fields.

I place one word
against the dark.
Not to light it—
to know it is there.

And if you answer,
answer quietly.
The dead are listening
for accuracy.

Black Milk, Later..

Lyrics & Music / Text: Lucas Lazar
Tribute to Paul Celan.