Sing on yet again, old man
Sing on your unending songs about the old
fights
Sing about the fights we must make to win
against old gods
Sing these fights against the gods & how
they bring us to an old truth
***
The truth, Homeros, is what you must sing
The truth of force, always, Homeros, is what
you must sing
Through you, Homeros, the truths of the force
of the intellect can sing
And through you, Homeros, the truth &
pain of force and intellect shall sing
***
The pain is the wound in the world where we
stand
It thrusts open the wound within the place
you are
Our natures thrust against the livid wound
which is our ground
The wound is the mould out of which we are
thrust by our natures here
***
Sing of those constraints that thrust us here
The children sing of each sweet constraint of
being here
The children playing in the rubble sing
within the constraints that come from here
At nightfall, Homeros, sing with the children
in the rubble of our constraints so we can hear
***
Karla and Darrel, too, are here, voyagers
Karla & Darrel’s language is always that of
further voyaging
Karla & Darrel’s language lies at the
start of this great voyage
Karla & Darrel sing, this language given
as lies to set us all on unending voyagings
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