There Is Still A Way To The Light
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Who can reconnect the rusted mystic chain,
Now these cruel signs are cut in the stone of pain?
Who can resurrect long dead words from the grave
Of language? O what force can manage to save
Doves of vision from these plagued, polluted skies?
Are we supposed to subscribe to pagan lies?
Between star shine, and this wounded earth, I still
Seek the pure, greater light that I once glimpsed in
Dream fragments. Although despair hangs in the air,
I sense deeper beauty behind mortal cares.
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