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There’s a time,
     When all the dances we’ve danced,
     And all the chances we’ve chanced,
Come together.

When suddenly,
The whole world has closed in on you,
And birth
and
   death are footsteps away from today
And you can remember back to
      the fall of Rome,
And see into the
     Great Beyond
that is the future of everything.

Have you ever had a moment like this?
When,
     if you close your eyes long enough,
You can remember every dream you’ve ever had?
Where every breath of air you’ve
     ever breathed comes to your mouth
Once more and fills your lungs with shades of yesterday?

Have you ever flown,
     On a rush of adrenaline
In the eye of the storm?
     In a moment of pure,
         Unadulterated,
             Mind-numbing
                   Clarity.
Where, suddenly,
You could be anybody.
And your words are music,
Like Poe, or
  Milton, or
     Orwell.

And a million sad songs play on a loop in your head,
And the vinyl whisper of the world is no longer as dead,
And you’re the king of the hill,
And the man behind the curtain,

     The Wizard of Oz and all the other heroes and liars.

And in the rustle of the winds
And the lash of the rains,
     (And the roar of the gods from Olympus,)
You are like the Martyrs
And the Scholars
And the Sages.
You are…
     Archilles,
   And Hector.
Or are you Helena?
You are
     Zeus,
   And Jupiter…
Or Janus?
You’re the faces of tomorrow,
and the sorrowful refrain.

The world is at your feet…

No.

Let’s begin again.

Have you ever felt the world,
As it stretched before you,
Kissing the horizon and tugging
On the back of your mind
Like a child on his mother’s sleeve?

Have you ever taken a crumbling,
Fading treasure in your hands,
And smelled all the secrets of the world
In the must and
Dust of its pages?

Have you ever lived?
     Riding the storm,
Eyes closed tight,
     The wings on your back
Rustling in the wind,
     And the rain
Washing the dust
     From your face
Like tears?

(Ah,
Love, let us be true---no, not that.)

Not at Dover will we find the answers,
That is far to near.
Think greater,
Vaster,
Darker…

We are all
Blades of grass,
And fleeting dreams;
The space is so great,
We can be nothing more…

Except in those moments,
When you close your eyes,

     and breath a thousand breaths at once.

Description
There’s a time,
     When all the dances we’ve danced,
     And all the chances we’ve chanced,
Come together.

When suddenly,
The whole world has closed in on you,
And birth
and
   death are footsteps away from today
And you can remember back to
      the fall of Rome,
And see into the
     Great Beyond
that is the future of everything.

Have you ever had a moment like this?
When,
     if you close your eyes long enough,
You can remember every dream you’ve ever had?
Where every breath of air you’ve
     ever breathed comes to your mouth
Once more and fills your lungs with shades of yesterday?

Have you ever flown,
     On a rush of adrenaline
In the eye of the storm?
     In a moment of pure,
         Unadulterated,
             Mind-numbing
                   Clarity.
Where, suddenly,
You could be anybody.
And your words are music,
Like Poe, or
  Milton, or
     Orwell.

And a million sad songs play on a loop in your head,
And the vinyl whisper of the world is no longer as dead,
And you’re the king of the hill,
And the man behind the curtain,

     The Wizard of Oz and all the other heroes and liars.

And in the rustle of the winds
And the lash of the rains,
     (And the roar of the gods from Olympus,)
You are like the Martyrs
And the Scholars
And the Sages.
You are…
     Archilles,
   And Hector.
Or are you Helena?
You are
     Zeus,
   And Jupiter…
Or Janus?
You’re the faces of tomorrow,
and the sorrowful refrain.

The world is at your feet…

No.

Let’s begin again.

Have you ever felt the world,
As it stretched before you,
Kissing the horizon and tugging
On the back of your mind
Like a child on his mother’s sleeve?

Have you ever taken a crumbling,
Fading treasure in your hands,
And smelled all the secrets of the world
In the must and
Dust of its pages?

Have you ever lived?
     Riding the storm,
Eyes closed tight,
     The wings on your back
Rustling in the wind,
     And the rain
Washing the dust
     From your face
Like tears?

(Ah,
Love, let us be true---no, not that.)

Not at Dover will we find the answers,
That is far to near.
Think greater,
Vaster,
Darker…

We are all
Blades of grass,
And fleeting dreams;
The space is so great,
We can be nothing more…

Except in those moments,
When you close your eyes,

     and breath a thousand breaths at once.