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Excerpts from "early rising"
by J.B. Pick

 

 

The runner

 

Intent and with a lively gait
He runs and cannot bear to wait;
The fiend he flees rides on his back
Yet freedom's on the running track.

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

The Expedition

 

Through every hazard we have fought our way
And now in glory it is medal day.
We must not let the fearful knowledge show:
This is the place we swore we would not go.

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

The road

 

The road lies where it is.
Journeys are its food.
Our rushing energies
Enrich its snake-blood.

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

Father and Mother

 

A thin wind in a deaf ear:
"Faint music, Father."
"Deny such sorrow; music has a form."
Mother speaks in shadows,
Stories without words.

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

Time

 

Time is a wave of thought,
Moving stone ships, stone music.
Flesh is stronger, being soft,
Renewing failure with such gentle fire.

 

 

a line, (a short blue one)

 

Evening

 

Entities of evening gently burn,
Chameleon ghosts on colours with no name;
One cloud to absolute nowhere lays faint claim;
Bats like worries flicker and return.
Although the promised messages won't come,
Ambiguous stillness seems to say "Begin!"

 

 

a line, (a blue one)

 

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