A pin falls as the curtains cross
Concealing every motion on the stage
Every thought and every word
Stays in hiding; lost, absurd
Revealing nothing but my silent rage
Tales of excess, tales of loss
Burnt by fire, bit by frost
Ever seeking, never finding. Sing!
Into our indifference:
Watch the senseless finding sense
Laugh at all your lovely vanished things
Weave the cloth of doubt and fear
Soft with silk and pull it near
Shroud your eyes with everything you hate
For if you keep your enemies
Closer than the ones you need
You'll never have to open up the gate
Never have to say goodbye
Through the veil the shapes go by
Distinct as summer days that melt to one.
Never, in the future, now
Consigned to let somebody down
Just rest alone. Forever. Is it done?
Can this eternal moment end?
The fleeting present shall extend
And fill my plans as far as I can see
But someday, will I reach a cliff?
My legs grow tired, my feet grow stiff
And plunge into the darkness, mon ami?
Well, now we're mixing metaphors
Of course we are. With death and force
Surrounding this last bastion of the heart
No plan remains to win this fight
Save feeble, flickering human light
A candle held and thrown into the dark
We watch in silence as it falls
Forever it seems, like Echo's calls
Unanswered, unrequited, unconfessed
But then this weak and wavering sign
Ignites a wick, and thousands shine
The stars appear in force from the abyss
And though the lighting still is dim
Our feet appear. The path is thin
But clear. We know, we've always known the way
Forgotten, yes, at times we left
Our feet traced circles all bereft
But never quite abandoned it to stay
And now we march in confidence
We trace the scores of aging prints
And add our fresh ones, follow one by one
The sun shall rise (though who knows when)
And all shall be at peace again
For now we fight, but know the battle's won.
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