SALISBURY PERSPECTIVES POEM 24

A fresh start and a new day, we chase the cool.

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“Our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our abstract intelligence, our habits have long been at work, and it is the task of art to undo this work of theirs, making us travel back in the direction from which we have come to the depths where what has really existed lies unknown within us.” Marcel Proust

Steady

Another day has closed,

The night falls upon us,

Bewitching in her serenity,

My eyes close in a wearied sleep.

My breath is steady,

But my thoughts race,

Unwinding in channels,

Too deep to unravel.

The furrows are made,

Habit the oxen drawing lines,

Deepening their debt,

With each memory shared.

Steadily made were these drawn,

But in haste they tear apart,

Becoming a dull nothing,

Paced only by fear and pain.

"Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!" William Butler Yeats