REASON'S MEMORY
The world has all its own mad memories
coming down in pipes from the past -
those strangely choral yet dippy songs
and versions of things once done. Happy
people somehow sing and spring their wishes
gaily - all chorus and nonsense now too -
lines only a heart could sing.
It is all so long ago.
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The songs know their meanings but
cannot relate; the happy, the sad, all
together. We live in the midst of all
that, wondering ourselves what it was
we have been. A world, so various and
changed, in all its being teeters. Eight
million people a day striking out.
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