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By chris Date: 2008 Mar 17 Comment on this Work [[2008.03.17.22.35.2427]] |
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You are gone, you will stay gone, and I will Soon step out into the rain or sun and This will not change. I will look at a still Pond surface after a storm and demand Nothing. The hawk kills the mouse and knows he Can kill no more; the ability to Affect is gone. He does not mourn. I see Now how the creation remains when you, Part-Creator, are gone. Little-God! But Why did you build a world only to leave It bereft? Set it aflame, and in soot And ash bury it. Flood it like a sieve-- But do not drain it; one who made so well A Heaven can easily make a Hell. |