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To raise this place from naught Is to break this place apart Bricks to bricks, dust to dust Of dust more than enough But what of tangibility, Within these transient walls Is this a dream of dust, Or a vision of hard clay? I wander without sight I tug on strings of light To believe…

Day dawns meaningless Have words some meaning still? If not, then teach me new ones For the sun on the water And other simple songs Every start is uphill But it is the road which counts The one less traveled by But really all the same Still there is gold somewhere In the thick of…

A small child is all Alone in the mining shaft Searching something rare Our phone is paid for by us The cobalt is bought with blood

And now I start again For guilt and conscience’s sake And so I start again In misery’s dark wake I swear I will start over And change what was before I’ll burn my leaden feathers Till limb and bone are sore But after I’ll be free again And soar through sky and cloud Know that…

And most my words, they brush The steeply sloping edge Of nigh to almost right That slow but sure decline In darkness This is where sparrows die Like the forgotten smell Of never budded roses Grey night thoughts brush the dust Of crumbling paper tomes Wherein we read perchance The remnants of those words That…

And yet there’s more Than whirl and wind And winding up the key Than times that pass And days that die In all except our thoughts And is there more In whirling world Than winding up the key Than climbing stairs And trickling down Like light’s frail falling rays And is there more for us…