They knew flowers’ names
And used words that we no longer use any more
Words that we never heard before
Pitched and falling
Singing archaically and calling to us
In a way that we don’t feel called by any more.
We’ve gone on,
Left fields and trees behind
Left moments that filled spaces
And lived like silence, we’ve
Squeezed out silent spaces
And built our homes on hardened science
Made our highways out of untied ties
To drive a lighted terror
Deep into the endless night.
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grumpy cripple is gone, now a new seeker has taken his place
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