I should have been a pair of ragged claws, scuttling across the floors of silent seas, far beneath where human voices cry a call, and finally find the room to cry and breathe.
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THERE is no need to say good-bye, And weep; There is no call on us for tear or sigh. Men say: Just as ye sow, so shall ye reap. Is that, think you, a lie? 5
Now fate points out our different ways, And so We leave the spot where glamour clothed the days— Leave for those duller worlds that lie below, With something like amaze. 10
No use to curse; whatever crossed Our way, No need for words; when hearts are tempest-tossed— But those alone may know the cost, who pay, And bankrupt, pay the cost. the end of the episode, by john phillip bourke
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THERE is no need to say good-bye,
And weep;
There is no call on us for tear or sigh.
Men say: Just as ye sow, so shall ye reap.
Is that, think you, a lie? 5
Now fate points out our different ways,
And so
We leave the spot where glamour clothed the days—
Leave for those duller worlds that lie below,
With something like amaze. 10
No use to curse; whatever crossed
Our way,
No need for words; when hearts are tempest-tossed—
But those alone may know the cost, who pay,
And bankrupt, pay the cost.
the end of the episode,
by john phillip bourke
What is that?
it's poetry, in response to poetry. duh.
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