The House of Dust: A Symphony

The House of Dust: A Symphony

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The House of Dust: A Symphony

The House of Dust: A Symphony

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The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.

The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:

And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.

A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.

Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.

And the wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of

dreams,

The eternal asker of a nswers, stands in the street,

And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.

The purple lights leap down the hill before him.

The gorgeous night has begun again.

'I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams,

I will hold my light above them and seek their faces.

I will hear them whisper, invisible in their veins...'

The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness,

Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest,

Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains.

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