DOUSING THE CANDLE
Eyes like yours are blind to me, and somehow
I am seeing without truth. One cancels out the
other, in that way of messages passing each
other - night flies and famine, all mixed together.
Telegraphs without poles, long-lost words
flung violently between strands of wire.
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Nowhere is this more apparent than in the
darkness of the churchyard we inhabit : a whole,
entire life spent waiting amid distress and carnage.
These things around us, they are the occupied
graves now of soldiers and widows.
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Light a candle for the heart, from the heart :
spirit and mind can do the rest on their own.
We blink, one day, just blink, and all those
candles, seemingly, are out again.
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