leaving

✂ don't believe
one more word
from any lips -
all words are poisoned -
only believe
what your eyes will love,
and your fingers want to touch -
there is a great sleep
still rising in all nature -
seek your rest there -
then
your eyes can't be deceived,
then
your eyes shall know their love
and their enemy without question,
and your fingers shall unlock
never-opened doors,
which must be opened -
and then
your soul will have no more goals
and no more words wherewith
to build evil walls,
wherewith to make unclean arms -
there is still the great sleep waiting -