Second Sight
Poems
Here in a strange room All of the sides of a world Unbribed as though to perish Dancing with tomorrow Held in time
From the grave to the cradle Uniformed as the sun fell
Alone though uncertain In worlds of times our own Falling endless within As journeys unopened Torn with bridges laden Like truth misguided
From the grave to the cradle Uninformed as the sun fell
Driven or foresaken As purpose unburdened Less captive the keeper In foregrounds the curtain Hung slender with distance Laid final unrisen
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