i


i´m  afraid
too-
nothing
new

how are
you..
still,
soon

be dead..
roses blown
rat´s fed
soul

dis-bursed
star sown
partly
us..

ii
i never thought
i´d be
the head of
a church-

paganism
for a new age
the old religion
pantheism

the worship
of light
and adoration
of nature

brother
sister
sharing the
eternal then..