Before there was sound to give silence a name
Without a sun to scorch a mother's eye green
Dawn's prophet stood naked in the rain,
Ridiculing lovers crying for solace to remain;
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Through a vacuum only I know,
Where no eye syncs but roll's still. -
Time's tide sleeps on the window-sill
And all souls are drained to be refilled. -
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Arriving from nowhere, you'll go everywhere
For the fortune that's here is yours forever;
Watch what appears as the world disappears! ...
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The poet's despair is that no one hears his laughter;
Do not bind yourself to this anchor; rise and rise higher
Even if you have touched the bliss that comes after!
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Forever and never are the same sick-humoured lover
There is no cure for the loneliness the wind manufactures,
Ebbing in the destitute wisdom tranquillising my love.
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Before there was sound to give silence...
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