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Thoughts on a Theme Concerning ReligionAbounding with energy, spread with light The ectoplasmic, constellation passes unrestrained By man's petty mumbling of future time. I knew thee once my love, I knew thee well The place is the same, but the people have changed The laughter's the same, but the place re-arranged. My time must be up, yours must be too I knew thee once my love, I knew thee well. Perhaps it's the thought of my befuddled brain The locusts have sucked it dry, But someday our time will return in dead haste. I knew thee once my love, I knew thee well. My life began by the babbling brook, The streaming of my teeming thoughts. I sat by that bank, remembering that time. I knew thee once my love, I knew thee well. But now I must die, the sections are set, Once more with you I will revere. The titanic struggle has come to its end I will know thee my love, I will know thee again. Return to main poetry index Return to main home page
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