I hear voices from another morningAnd in the sunlight I
For he is Count JeffereyFor he is the servant of
Balancing on the windLeaning on the cliff edge wind, in
Under amillion scattered stars>From rippled earth that's cracked and sleepingUnd
True or false, the life of manBeneath her dress, so
Jack went out one stormy dayTo see where his feet
In the tent of powder and laceVultures pick at a
I see it fall, I watch it fall, I let
I could be the moneyScattered in the ashYou could be
Lie in the pale summer heatFind a clock as it
On the blue-green rising, falling tideBreathing in the pebblesSighing out
Winter words blow the treesCreatures trapped have to fallHear their
Material folds>From rough, modest clothesSlabs of cold sacred stoneThe peasant
The day flees the town with a drunkard's yellSilence from
Somewhere the blast furnace explodesPlumes of amber in the night
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