staring at the wall again
is it the way
or a pale refrain
as on another day
a little flame
in little hands
shows whence we came
the fleeting strands
that we together made
into living lines
they do not ever fade
i find you in some
faint gasp on morning air
to this forever come
the magic lingers there
as gales that move us
unto deep and dreamed sea
we move e'en thus
unto centred you and me
shadows swaying on the wall
figured bent subservience
at this the waking's call
to this we are impervious
for need of moving this beyond
some half-lit state of grace
we'll come unto this anon
look the wall straight in the
face
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