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The Way To Flow As The River Knows
Venus through the looking glass, she may know no future but she’ll sell you the past,
Or she may give you it for free; she may reveal to you what your visions mean,
Calling on Venus obscene, Queen of delirium, ruler of scenes.
Could she reveal, the way I feel?
Could she peel away the veil?
Would she want to?
Would she fail in trying?
Alike the first bird to leave the nest,
To try her wings at flying
How could she have known that she would
Fade after climax, running for the shade?
As she may show the way to go,
The way to flow as the river knows
Yet she’s lost, forever unfound, there she goes
Her head upon the ground.
Like the last rays of the setting sun there she goes, beyond horizons.
poem
by
David Lacey
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