29 November 2008

from the first echo

from the first echo of the shout of doom
there was a sense that time itself would lend
the means by which those who could best attend
would start by emptying each cluttered room
in the clear daylight no dull weight of gloom
would keep us back nor hold us from that end
which in our hearts we have to comprehend
the universe is not truly a womb
name what we suffer and it does not die
there are no magics here nor ever were
faith cannot work to save us from our fate
it always seems that we desire the lie
want one more moment simply to confer
upon ourselves the burden of deep hate

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