Standing transfixed inside this skin; something real
The other, my Lover, comes reinstating the air
Abolishing the dust of stillness, renewing cycles
I have learned greatness from the ground again
Silvered sliver of the splintered road , answering
Here I am, too late, awed by day, quickened in vain
Down to my imaginary world, to self pity and mercy
This world is for the forceful, every move purposeful, and I?
I went back to where I had shut my song In Xanadu
My window-panes open no more to them, every one locked
With strange power the rain taps steadily upon my deep
Who knowest what morn will bring, my anxious spirit
And every instinct moves me nearer as I let go, resolved
Calling down the fire, setting altar-rails ablaze, I, but a ray
When a trouble appears, endure, be he who sings the last!
I am pierced with your infinite sorrow, chill and bound,
Carried to the silent sea where we parted company, at last
Enraptured dancers, it’s a slow shuffling waltz, this dance
It is lowly, fashioned for perishing creatures beneath these heavens
.
For I am here as a shock of color to your monochrome soul
Saved for a time, when winds blow still, their fury relentless
All thoughts, all rising feelings beyond this mind are clearing
Evermore laughing, unbounded, free at last to sing anew
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