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It is a long walk in the pointed dark, And a short stay in the spherical light, A wheel of Ixion, an electric looped spark, We are a round hallelujah in the middle of the night. There is a transient fortress clicking on, And a lightning of learning is following me, The Owls and their penetrating, prescient song, Say tomorrow is no burden, and she will be free. I am seeing him presently and I will see him again, Though not prepared for first goodbye and hello of tomorrow, Sad and smiling Ixion, you and I are we and them, Lonely, tired, hurt and afraid, I'll love you again in spinning sorrow.
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Oct 16, 2022
Oct 16, 2022 at 5:03 AM UTC
To the other Ixion I found there, in the dark
It is a long walk in the pointed dark, And a short stay in the spherical light, A wheel of Ixion, an electric looped spark, We are a round hallelujah in the middle of the night. There is a transient fortress clicking on, And a lightning of learning is following me, The Owls and their penetrating, prescient song, Say tomorrow is no burden, and she will be free. I am seeing him presently and I will see him again, Though not prepared for first goodbye and hello of tomorrow, Sad and smiling Ixion, you and I are we and them, Lonely, tired, hurt and afraid, I'll love you again in spinning sorrow.
I met you, and you and I know each other well
debbie-lydon
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Oct 16, 2022
Oct 16, 2022 at 5:03 AM UTC
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