Calling For Vanished Faces II

If only I could take You all at once:

I would take You for ever and ever and only so

lose myself in You

And so I smile and skip greengodlike there

The picture of allrage alllust and wanton

The Inmost Night

And lay waste to the playgrounds

The concrete covers all

The grass sleeps and waits to rise again

It listens for the final Trumpet of

The Inmost Light

And I clench my left hand

Then I open it: the gods I loved

are alldead; pages, metal, signs allgone

(Edward Alexander in some sadhome falls alone

And sees, clearly now, the Inmost Light)

The sadness of the Inmost Light

The growl the grip aan final sigh

Paint by numbers of the Inmost Light

The plasticformillusion

We just have time to swallow

Before the doorknock of the Inmost Light

He waits at the door He waits at the door

And if You see me try to grin and then I hide

Myself behind a ball

A sign I wish to play and run hideandseek

The sound is gay and full of joy

It masks the binding of our eyes

The scorch of all the bonefire burns

We hop and skip and trick and treat

Just watch Your heart and soul and all

And watch Your back - it's waiting there

Unsmiling there

Unforgiving there

So broken there

The Inmost light

Howling

The Inmost Light

bad bad bad Inmost Light