bleak heart
a child stands in a field above the town
he does not know what the years will bring
dark night touches him and the rain
his spirit leaps in his imagining
a man writes at table in the dark
he wonders of all things what we are
spirits creatures matter worse
pitched forth comets about a dying star
tell me if all time is one time
and what is was and will be
was the boy already corrupt as he looked upon the town
am i already dead as i write
he does not know what the years will bring
dark night touches him and the rain
his spirit leaps in his imagining
a man writes at table in the dark
he wonders of all things what we are
spirits creatures matter worse
pitched forth comets about a dying star
tell me if all time is one time
and what is was and will be
was the boy already corrupt as he looked upon the town
am i already dead as i write
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