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Light The Right End

all in question, do thoughts come alive in thee


meaning, so far out past the circumstances, I


to barely holding on to what within, there is


nothing too far from the truth and more real


than shadows speaking through words immaterial


too heavy to lift the boulder in which Prometheus


enchained, what more couldst thou ask of thee


to find in all things, the same, meaninglessly we


bring in hands each night to pray beneath sheets


hiding the face, no, moreso, all to each be one


where unto all beneath the blistering sun, heat


rising at the moonless light from stars unseen of


and less to be heard I wouldn't question twice


that high flying kite by the lakeside of red ice


twas just in the centennial forces renewal twas


just the curtain call before the stage was laid


before the foundation caved in and the mud


of the footings dug in the rain, for days of it


lickety split, acceptance of the united land


beneath a flag raised high by armed men


I could go on getting lost in the questions


forever twisting in spirals round a centre point


nailed into the seat of the chair in the room


naught could lead me from the promise of


love, for love is the law, love under the will


by the power of all things consciously alive


they kept taking the black unicorn further


and further away from me in my dream, and


I, I shall face the dragon, to chase my shadow


no more, sometimes a dog's tail is all he's got


and sometimes, things might just get away


from you, now, and never again.

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