1102. SYNAPSE DISCONNECT

SYNAPSE
DISCONNECT
I've had it with the jails and the gaols,
the goals and the holes, and all that
light from the Heavens to which
we're supposed to be striving.
Twist those limbs back again;
the snap is what we've achieved.
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No more any longer no more.
The iron has covered the island,
and the man with one leg stands
astride at the port. A peg for a leg
and blue glass for an eye, in rags he
looks richly askance. Rightly so.
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Meander me for a mile or more, oh
crazy hawk soaring. I'd not have seen you
on the crest had I not into those Heavens
gazed. Echoes of the past, indeed.
We know no more than what
we did before.
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And now, my synapses,
they disconnect.