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
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
The boy walked round the jagged rockscaught between ideals and
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