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The horror--that we may not live.

We may not live

To see the walls fall from between us

Between us and the world for which these songs cry out.

That the desire--which still lives--to contest, a mark of shame upon certain foreheads.

Will remain an offering unto the dead: illegible, irrelevant.

And we will be shaped into priestly statues in poses of defiance before our own masters.

To softly, safely sing the praises of a disarmed war, a lukewarm love.

So lest we fall out of lust for life, let us risk all we have to risk.

For only a fool--only a fool--would cling to this world as it is.

If I could strike one blow to spite their force, though I might bear one hundred more, I would wear the welts like rubies, and the shackles for a crown. And if I had one hundred hearts I would throw them all before their bullets before I'd sell a single one to wield their power.

So lest we fall out of love with life, let us give all we have to give.

For only, a fool would cling to this world:

Autumn--the leaves fell.

Then the trees

Became Fences and factories

Now winter is coming

Let's put the heat on

...but no fire or ice, their absences suffice.

The nights now will be long and cold, with a silence like you've never known

And you'll shake in it. cry out at it, but it will wrap you in its spider's thread

Perhaps you'll stare into that blankness until it peers back into you

And both of you see nothing--and it will wrap you in its spider's thread:

That blessed are the wombs that are barren. Blessed are the branches that bear no fruit. Blessed are the rivers run dry. For we have come to the end of the world

To die

So die--die and become--perish, let go and be done with all the tangled threads that keep you tied to husks of false hopes, fossilized.

If these years still wait for those who will be more merciless than history to burn the chaff and make an end, to make the fields fertile once again

Then break--break the skin,

Open--open, and reach in

And draw the nerves out taught to play a song upon those tight strings

Such as this world has never heard

Let it be dirge, hymn, or dance, vomit or tears, absolving snowfall or acid rain

Summer that sets fire to the harvest, or ice age that, thawing, blossoms crimson pain pleasure or death, splendour or rust, flash flood or drought that turns jungles to crust

Those tender caresses for which the skin aches

Or tear gas to breathe and plate glass to break

The uproar of riot, the hush of nightfall, or sirens announcing the doom of us all

The triumph of failures who fought at all costs, or despair of derelict dreamers who lost

Silence and space--hungers to be--momentary eternities

The furrows of ash left by passion and wrath

The faithless fixed stars over our wandering paths

As the moon moves the sea we could move these mountains

As comets drop to earth, so might empires end

As old suns explode rather than fall to dust

Let us steal fire and pay with our lives if we must

For if all this world is God's, and man a mere plaything of laws and things

Then why not raze it all, and in destroying at least set sail on borrowed wing?

Anything other than what we have known

Strike the match, take a breath now--the hour has come

To dance the resistance, teach tied tongues to sing:

This is the end of the calendar, the Last Loosening!

Around and inside you, the violence you fear--for or against it, it's already here

It forged the cord that bound you to the ground--it built these walls

LET'S BURN THEM DOWN