Into the night

The days to come

Absent minds

Opium

Drift to sleep

Seed blown

The turns of chance

Nature notes

Then there are some with all their grace

Will give us hope on our return

And melt away our sense of shame

With eyes and lips and not a word

Then their dancing lifts us back into the world

And not a word they help us change

Of those we know these are their names:

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Self defence

Words too hollow

Lay down the pen

A word'll follow

Every sentence

Marching feet

Twist of spiral

Set you free

Then there are some transform a place

With all the power of blowing herb

And draw us out of sunken state

With lips and hands but not a word

So then their dancing lifts us back into the world

With not a word to help us change

And one more time reveal their names:

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Life remains

We decay

Impermanence

By night and day

So every chance

Love them all

For the record

What they are called:

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