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I am the noises you hear in the night
I am the movement in flickering light
I am the creaking of empty chairs
I am the dark at the foot of the stairs
I am the form at the edge of vision
I am the letter lost by elision
I am the sound you think you hear
I'm the last days at the end of the year
I am the dream you can't quite bring clear
I am the trail left by a tear
I am the shadow that isn't quite there
I am the dark at the foot of the stairsDOG
To my dog
I am a
God;
I
Try to be
A good god
To my
Good
Dog.LUCIFER
I am the light-bearer
Bringer of dawn
Son of the mourning
I am the rose wearer
My black cloak torn
My light dies a-borning
Flung out of the night
Into the light
The sun blots my being;
Cast down from the height
Unable to fight
Killed by the all-seeing
I am the rose wearer
Bringer of dawn
Sun of the morning
I am the light-bearer
My black cloak torn
My light dies a-borning.PERSISTENCE OF MEMORY
There in the background is the smoky sense
Of old Persian gardens in the autumn afternoon;
Bathing in fountains in the past imperfect tense,
Dazed and lazing to a half-heard time-warmed tune.
Diving hands entangled in loved pale yellow hairs,
Watching old dogs cavorting among the weeds and tares,
Lost in the dream of childhood's long abandoned airs,
Up the creeper covered camber of a slighted castle's
Spiral stairs.
An incised brick commemorates long unremembered dead
In a long-forgotten pleasaunce enmeshed by deep qanats;
A pious old attendant anticipates his Lord's return with dread,
His mind entombed in habit and opiatic plaits.URGES
We have an urge
(You can times by ten)
To leave our mark
In the world of men
We have an urge
(Multiply by nine) To fill our bodies
With food and wine
We have an urge
(Increased by eight)
To gain admittance
Through love's soft gate
We have an urge
(Multiply by seven)
To pass eternity
In the light of heaven
Some have an urge
(Advanced by six)
To wreck our bodies
With opiate fix
We all have urges
(Enlarged by five)
To do all manner
While we're alive
Yes we all have urges
(Increased by four)
Which cease, I think,
At death's dark door
Our urges leave us
(By three and three)
As we cast our eyes
On that blasted tree
Even the drive
(Increased two fold)
To gather in riches
And increase our gold
As dark closes over us
(One on one)
When our eyes are shut
And our days are done.