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The Starres Are Marching Sadly Home
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And shall I see You once again? And see the flags of InmostLight? And shall I turn towards the dusk? And dream of dust and broken ships? And shall they sink without a sigh? And line the deeps and banners sleep And winds blow still and clouds amass So with a gun, or with a cross Or with a shrug, or with a god We catch through cracks And hear through creaks The bruises of the echoes of TheInmostLight TheInmostLight It says hello and far too late TheInmostLight TheInmostLight I shall not laugh And you still fall crippled and broken These days shall not come again The starres are marching sadly home The seahorse rears to oblivion These days shall not rise again I shall no longer believe all the visions of my youth: They have dissolved into nihil (Nihil) Her arms will not hold me again Except at night (at night) In dreams I patch together from sleepydust (Sleepydust) As rain falls as honey, and drenches the trees The children run ragged The children run mine (I wish) (Nothing) Nothing shall fresh spring again The starres are lost in distorted twilight Not blue, nor streaked with regal slash of red This is the final twisted black gash but Not mine, not mine Not mine, notmine Children shall always weep The woods are archen now No coptic blanket The vaults so... I break all the boughs in front of me I glimpse the dog bound dead smile (Goodbye...) Into these parched woods The crippled line the path to the white lodge They are the entrance sight and exit sigh The crippled line the river banks And through their praying ferociously The bloodbells whine unbearable They scream now unbearable They're perched against the wet, white cliffs The starres are marching sadly home (Fall with me) The starres in file are fallen Then how great How little now When you look here There are no eyes to see you any longer We dance together You and I away in dead woods Take Your brightness away My eyes blurred before They could not touch you In all my sounds of your farewell And songs of the radiance of your body All of it: even the filth was gold to me The fountain was gold As you thrust your throat Towards the pallid sky I could never reach you truly... When I open my lips I have no words any longer My mouth is blind and dead And this life Though I have shielded myself With a rosaried wall I came to see no meanings But loss and death Endings, all endings And as for love, for love, for love: I know the face I shall see at the final zero I have tasted the teeth of paradise And I have seen the teeth of paradise And I will know them again, briefly But I took you into fields of rape forgotten Our children dress in lace 2121 Their throats All the unsung promises I hoped to catch to hear The throats humming in my mind Of InmostLights hung in trees With the walkways and swings The roundabouts spiraling in on themselves IT'S ALL EMPTY My mouth would wish to cut your throat I have controlled it with a crucifix until now Whilst the blood makes another useless halo for us The gold The throat The teeth And there, over there The starres are out And TheInmostLight prepares his final fire There may well be ways to catch the silence. as the words pour like honey from our mouths - as they yap and pour sweetness that rots our TEETH and others ears, and we weave gross nets of nothings to try and to trap meaning into this world so without meanings - we must look into a mirror and see our lips forming a series of a hundred rows of nothings. We must look into the mirror: see the self sane image englassed and blabbing away into eternity. From the mirror a small step to the windows: the smudges and stains tell us of the myriad faces that wedge their faces till they might crack against the glass: as they mouth that wide hopeless OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, it is impressed, by the grace of LordNothing foreverandever, into the structure - the smudges are inside the pane... no-one shall know us, nor ever shall... and love, believe, does not exist... and on the starres march... on and on and on... to oblivion And so we fall under the hooves of all the pretty little horses... and we see clearly, now, TheInmostLight
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