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(i) A Plague of Lighthouse Keepers: Eyewitness |
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Still waiting for my saviour, |
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storms tear me limb from limb; |
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my fingers feel like seaweed... |
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I'm so far out I'm too far in. |
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On the table lies blank paper |
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And my tower is built on stone |
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I only have blunt scissors, |
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I only have the bluntest home... |
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I've been the witness, and the seal of death |
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lingers in the molten wax that is my head. |
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I prophesy disaster |
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and then I count the cost... |
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I shine but, shining, dying, |
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I know that I am almost lost. |
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No time now for contrition: |
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the time for that's long past. |
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The walls are thin as tissue and |
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if I talk I'll crack the glass. |
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So I only think on how it might have been, |
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But I'm locked in silent monologue, in silent scream. |
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I'm much too tired to speak |
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and, as the waves crash on the bleak |
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stones of the tower, I start to freak |
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and find that I am overcome... |
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(ii) A Plague of Lighthouse Keepers: The Clot Thickens |
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Where is the God that guides my hand? |
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How can the hands of others reach me? |
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When will I find what I grope for? |
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Who is going to teach me? |
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I am me / me are we / we can't see |
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any way out of here. |
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Crashing sea - a trophied history: |
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Chance has lost my Guinevere... |
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(iii) The Sleepwalkers |
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Tonight, before you lay down to the sweetness of your sleep |
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do you question your surrender to the drop from Lover's Leap |
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or does the anaesthetic darkness take hold on its very own? |
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Does your body rise in service with not one dissenting groan? |
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These waking dreams of life and death |
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in the mirror are twisted and buckled; |
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lashes flicker, a catch of breath, |
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skin whitening at the knuckles. |
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The army of sleepwalkers shake their limbs and are loose |
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and though I am a talker, I can phrase no excuse |
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not to rise again. |
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In the chorus of the night-time I belong |
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and I, like you, must dance to that moonlight song |
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and in the end I, too, must pay the cost of this life. |
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If all is lost none is known |
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and how could we lose what we've never owned? |
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Oh, I'd search out every knowledge that I could find, |
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unravel all the mysteries of mind, |
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if I only had time, |
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if I only had time, |
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but soon my time is ended. |
