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I DREAM THE DISEASE OF INSISTENT TRUTH

We have already lost the world

We have already lost the world.

But we go to a world where it still is.

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Filling the bright circle

With a cadence of whispered names.

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It is not this.

It is not this,

Where we step through to brightness.

Going nowhere, we turn,

Become pillars of silence

Against the metred songs of a warrior god,

Sung in a warrior’s language you hardly even know,

Built for grey walls and bitter days.

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A circle of leaves

In a sacred number

To build a door in air.

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The knots are tied and untied

To measure the moon’s dance,

The stones moved round the circle.

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The one who was lost

Is a clue to the thing

That can never be found by looking.

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All our friends who are not with us are dead.

They are remembering other roads

Beyond the shadows of trees and the towering fountains.

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We dance with mathematical precision,

A syncopated falling.

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Small white flowers shall puddle

In her footsteps

Though the bones of the snow

Spell cold on the mountains.

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We cannot tell if your bleak holiness

Shall heal yet, or simply dissolve our duties

To leave us standing mute and shelterless.

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We fall into the roaring gorges,

The broken roaring overhung,

The dark, weeping trees.

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It is a battle whose sides

We once understood.

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Through a silent circle of leaves,

Holy in number,

We shall step and take new forms

That wait for us

Winged or furred or fluttering,

Whispered or yearning

We shall slide between

The rocks of certain truth.

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Stones will shatter for our gentleness,

Worlds cave in and crystals crack,

The dark shall fill with pulsing light.

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The impossible sky

The impossible sky

We will dance within.

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