When I was in my mother’s womb there was barely time for sleep
The thuds, the blur, vibrating through the muffled floating pink
The shouts, the riles, the ceiling tiles, the bleating of the sheep
The Turks, the Moors, the wandering hoards, drinking my father’s mead
When I was a young man I would float in the Dead Sea
Ears beneath the surface are deaf to endless pleas
To ride at night between the humps away from the shining star
The cold night winds of Babylon, no place was too far
When my chin was full with beard, my words clear, deep and sure
Resigned to ride back to the place where all the fuss was born
To walk across the silent sea and open up the eyes
Of all the men who’d follow me within inches of their lives
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