The Necessary Passion and the Distance Gone There are coils and recoils As memory snakes around us There is Time and times Like cities on a map There are so many places Our Mind's eyes try to find And the ghosting forms Like the waves that lap Hush us slowly down the halls of silence To wake in a blue reverie at dawn Heave a sigh to refill inspiration And marvel at the distance we have gone Winding and rewinding The flesh film neuro-illumined Soft contours and text Sound-bitten and scarred The Screen Reflections Burst out of the wall, the frame Cannot be held now Nor the window barred Embracing air we all are driven cloud ward With nothing we can rest our sorrows on Every prize a hollow consolation A road mark of the distance we have gone Like all stars from their heavens Your heat has turned to light Now within a colder darkness It filters through the night Once again I'm left to ponder At the sky's sidereal time And how it is the only sentence Worthy of the crime In the end there's the costly price to pay Unseen the Hand makes each of us its pawn Leaving an ever-lengthening yardstick For measuring the distance we have gone (c) 2003 Bicameral Songs
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