Thursday, December 6, 2012


And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
Here, the intersection of the timeless moment
Is England and nowhere. Never and always.

Wherever your path may fall there will be others
Who have been beyond where you have gone
They can tell of twists, troubles, shelters and springs
Some will lie to you, steal from you, show the wrong way
Whoever and whatever you encounter, listen and learn
Now in this moment with this person you are becoming

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