During the day the factory forges a rhythm
and black smoke rises
during the day the water is shallow
you get head wounds
So dive this I reach into the night
to retrieve new words
from the deep must be retrieved
in the eyes of the stormy sea
Holy earth is all
holy ground underfoot
there is no man, there is no woman
a creature that walks on it
I know you all
you don't know me
I can hear you all
you can't hear me
The journey to get there begins like this
the words have become thin
see ¶the field is iron
but in the woman's hands there is fire
Holy earth...

INVIA LE CORREZIONI