LONG IMAGE / GREAT DISTANCE
...(for everything else, the torch)...
Like the wind that was howling
and the nose which was fierce,
I am writhing with the sunlight as
it ripens the horizon - long image,
great distance.
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These are not meaningless moments,
though I hedge for any great importance.
I am stuck on earth and sullied by its
disrepute - yet now it is my place and I
must stay and my works must stay and all
that I will do is for it alone. Its people,
marred now by both indifference and
indiscretion, matter little.
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The great thought must live.
The raging indifference must disappear.
Its adherents must die; be they slain or
merely withered by some other force.
We can calculate the God-like odds which
persevere, and we can persevere as well.
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We can preserve the good and the modest.
For everything else - the torch.
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