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these final little strings,
they keep me locked to a mountain
I say this all so loud to them:
standing up against my wall I lean
a shadow in a pile and then nothing
I saw the apparition calling all along
watched the shadows and the lightning
felt the houses moving
in the dance -- thought would it last --
wended around the way
behind the fork which light barely passes,
and sat there on the sewer
as the cloud above passed us
now
in the shoes which went everywhere
so far, the learning I was taught
and felt from the school
as tall as the deepest stars would go,--
higher than the mystic mark,
and the fallen, ever after, the arrow that went:
say perfect, you're that complete,
dark amongst the mysterious wood,
you're that inanimate, you're that dark.
eating up the last bit of emptiness,
wait for the sound as they perform
the last singing voice will bring me about
and the last one moving will be found
let's just see how high the flames
then the rest of this is my loss
let me see that they'll all grow so strange,
so strong beyond the image, Me.
let them know -- crosses drop --
then my world came back and then
my own creation the craft I've found ... then
I know, then it was and now that it's more --
hell wouldn't last -- then the old One comes.
they keep me locked to a mountain
I say this all so loud to them:
standing up against my wall I lean
a shadow in a pile and then nothing
I saw the apparition calling all along
watched the shadows and the lightning
felt the houses moving
in the dance -- thought would it last --
wended around the way
behind the fork which light barely passes,
and sat there on the sewer
as the cloud above passed us
now
in the shoes which went everywhere
so far, the learning I was taught
and felt from the school
as tall as the deepest stars would go,--
higher than the mystic mark,
and the fallen, ever after, the arrow that went:
say perfect, you're that complete,
dark amongst the mysterious wood,
you're that inanimate, you're that dark.
eating up the last bit of emptiness,
wait for the sound as they perform
the last singing voice will bring me about
and the last one moving will be found
let's just see how high the flames
then the rest of this is my loss
let me see that they'll all grow so strange,
so strong beyond the image, Me.
let them know -- crosses drop --
then my world came back and then
my own creation the craft I've found ... then
I know, then it was and now that it's more --
hell wouldn't last -- then the old One comes.
It helps to put nthings into perspective, with my writing
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