Truely sad. A remnant of us will cling bravely to Qaiyore and hope to be
here when anyone wants to come back. Elyria, I barely knew you.
MK
Grieve for the loveless, spiritless, faceless men
Without alternative but to protract
Reason's mortmain on what their hearts deny--
Themselves--and owed small courtesy beond
The uncovered head, as when a hearse goes by.
When the immense drugged universe explodes
In cascade of unendurable colour
And leaves us gasping naked,
This is no maore than ecstasy of chaos:
Hold fast, with both hands, to that royal love
Which alone, as we know certianly, restores
Fragmentation into true being.
Never was so profound a shadow thrown
On earth as by your sun: a black roundel
Harbouring an unheard-of generation
Fledged by the sun ablaze above your own--
Wild beyond words, yet each of them an angel.
Those who dare give nothing
Are left with less than nothing;
Dear heart, you give me everything--
Though those who dare give nothing
Might judge it left you nothing.
Giving you everything,
I too, who once had nothing,
Am left with more than everything
As gifts for those with nothing
Who need, if not our everything,
At least a loving something.
--R. Graves 1965--
A small girl cries; the revolver spins.
Hammer cocked, the dance begins.
And falls upon the empty space,
of bullets fired and time erased.
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