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Out
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Be music now that the rest may follow,
Tread safely out of self-made gloom.
In our hands life has slipped loose
Tumbled down the tatty path of doom.
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Be music now that the rest may follow,
Release this God-thrown derivation,
This holy communion of flesh
Near our whitened determination.
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Be music now that the rest may follow,
Move now your thousand bones
Slumping back of your shape
Making its approach toward home.
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Be music now that the rest may follow,
Embrace it with a gleaming teeth,
Leave now the bittered weeping
And odor of death and defeat.
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Be music now that the rest may follow.
Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
