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redeem the honor of creation


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The empty train
So past midnight

Into
The blackness of dying soul

Into the ways of madness


The ****** memories

The visions of slain children

Thru the mountains


Somewheres else (?)


Up
Ahead


Or so we hope and even

Somehow believe

::

The mystic hotel in the deserted town

Town of the howling wolf wind

The fear that there might be a face
Like her own

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The young lover !

The mother searching for her son

In the graveyard of

The moving centuries

Moving without love

••

Weep ! Oh weep !

She hasn't slept in 1000 years

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Oh little one !

Do not turn away

It is she who is afraid

Of whatever light is known

//

The little kid over there

Trying to write a poem

Doesn't know  just   what he sees

)(

Years revolve in solemn grace

She returns

Her barb wire eyes are still in place

But her heart is softness and compassion

And there is a sense

Of peace

And she knows

She's been released

And might learn to be alive again