All the songs I know are sad ones,
and my smile's stretched out of tune
by a heartbreak that, unexpected,
came wearing an ancient wound.
My heart so savage in this cage of bone,
No second-hand sorrow, this --
An artifact of the pattern
calls out from the past
and snatches at my Bliss.
This Kaleidoscope is spinning
but the light is murky and dim...
and a memory of homemade music
plays - a minor key; almost a hymn.
All my vision is peripheral
and these are no ordinary skies --
I see 'round and back again,
though the "what-will-be"
won't meet my eyes.
Damn Psyche! So soft, all underbelly
and willing -- Cupid's fool completely!
In a hall of broken mirrors
(with a vandalized smile),
she rises, ready to defeat me.
Come now, darling, our ends are selfsame,
so we must lay bare the singing throat...
No clamber for fairness, no retribution!
This is no time for a ransom note.
At the corner of Time and Entropy,
I stand beneath a broken lantern.
The North Star winks out of
that lonely sky and
you are as far away as Saturn.
Uncertainty abounds here,
but we must find some faith to keep
for a future, some distant day,
that right now we cannot see.
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