the stolen name

look it up and down it does not change
nor will it matter if you do not act
the power to do a think is out of range

we can't be limited by the small fact
the interruptions of determined space
not of this moment is the noble tact

of those who gain or lose their face
by what they do and what they say
they do not lack the sage's grace

each of them made magic in a way
that does not mar or make them know
how the wind has blown the ocean spray

far from the raging shores will we go
not to destroy but once more to create
a matter that is neither fast nor slow

we move at what seems the proper rate
towards the things that we won't remember
the momentary mention of the date

all that remains now is a dull red ember