The World is Quiet Here
You
know quite well what I can see from here,
Those glimm’ring,
glitt’ring shadow-shapes afar;
The
essence, wispy, of a time whose fear
Did
not so dominate a broken star,
Who
turning from the road could not do so;
And if
he feared he would have come ajar
For to
fear will prove the death of any foe.
To
fear is just a subtle way to say
That
man is not his former strength anymore
As he
would have to have been in yesterdays
When
he was broken, yet with foot in door
But
knew his fate with not a single tear.
I see
the shapes though fade they into mist
And I
perceive, the world is quiet here.
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