25 February 2007

Facing the warm dark

We have no need to invent ourselves a Hell
our lives are sufficient torment to do that;
from light to darkness in five seconds flat,
from highest tower to bottom of dark well,
we know the sunny music does not swell
in fine orchestral form. An hour of chat
with someone who will give you answers pat
doesn't get rid of the monsters that dwell
deep in the heart. We know what we've been,
we've heard the roaring voices and their call
out of this world; we long so much to cease
the tiring battle, to lie beneath the green
and welcoming earth. To be silent and not bawl
at all the noises that prevent our peace,
for this, for all, we'd welcome the unseen.

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