Space you measure in feet and inches
and shoes by where your big toe pinches;
seasons by cherry, rose and snow,
when may comes and swallows go:
empires by rise and fall of kings;
weather by rain and drought and flood;
dead trees by whether the dragon sings
flowers by when they seed and bud.

But how do you measure silence?
Or the space between two thoughts?
Or the point where forces balance?
Or the product of two noughts?
Or where the shadows fade to
when the sun sinks in the west?
Or how your deeds are weighed you
as your life drifts into rest?

Houses go from stone to dust.
The builder is himself undone.
The gate is broken and gone to rust.
Nothing survives from sun to sun.

What was there before the beginning
lingers when stars now born are dead;
in the absence of suns is ever shining;
when nothing is thought and nothing said.


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The great rock spins a little closer to the Fire
and all its creatures,
born of warmth
and of desire,
crack shells, burst seeds,
feed and breed
and say YES.

They burn gently, while they may,
being born of warmth and of desire,
until the great rock spins away,
to tempests, ice, fog and hail,
causing the lonely heart to fail,
desire to fail.

Waiting the return of Fire.


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Over and over, you and I
sift the contents of our mind
and try to find
the people we think we might have been.

Try as we will, behind
the painted curtain,
one thing is certain;

Nothing is ever seen.


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is a Hose.

The Government collects water from the people
pours it into the top of the hose
to give it back to the people.

Near the top of the hose; a hole.
See! water leaks out here
into a tank marked GOVERNMENT
(which is always empty).

The rest flows down towards the people.

It leaks through other holes:

There are also holes for
(The Government is always trying
to block these three).

Finally, what is left of the water
reaches the people at the end of the hose.

The people fight over it
(it is never enough).

When they get thirsty they start
to throw stones at the government
and threaten to sack them.
The government then, reluctantly,
pours more water into the top of the hose
(which they get from the people).

Finally, when the people are very thirsty,
under the leadership of the
and other CRIMINALS,
they attack the tank marked GOVERNMENT
and break it open.
(It is always empty).

Many of the people die,
and other CRIMINALS).

The Survivors go off and dig a new well;
drink as much as they are able,
as quickly as they can,
and wait for a new Government to find them.


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What comes through the door
is not the Family Treasure.

Faces at the window
a light tap at the door;
what do they show?
(Who is it for?)

The clouds build up as battlefields
of steam,
cannon, horses, guns.
Warriors with swords and shields
towards dying suns.

Five golden chains
bind the painted puppet
(and restrain
and entrap it).
Five wires hold it firm
and make it twist and dance (and squirm),
perform its tricks
(and, for reward, receive its kicks).

Eye, ear, nose, mouth, skin
and one thick rope holds
(and controls)
the mind
(and keeps it blind).


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Because we have neglected much
we finish up with such and such,
surrounded by we see and touch.
Because we have neglected much.

Because we sit and dream (and dream)
we cannot separate is and seem;
images come in floods and teem.
Because we sit and dream (and dream).

Because we lose ourselves in thought
(and all our errors are self-taught)
in Māra’s nets we are well-caught.
Because we lose ourselves in thought.

We have to buy back what we’ve sold.
We have to listen what we’ve told.
We have to trade our young for old,
(and watch our sun grow ever cold).

We finish up with such and such
because we have neglected much.


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Do you really think the others
are any less stupid than you?

All history is prejudiced and gossipy,
all science misuse of the misunderstood.

But nobody waits to understand.
There is no time
jump on
use it
you can’t refuse it
it’ll make you happy
whatsitmatter whatsitsfor?

A clumsy reaper might drop his scythe,
put out an eye,
bad luck.
A clumsy airman might drop his bomb,
put out his civilisation,
bad luck.


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