Sometimes you have to gather
Truth in fairy nets
That swing through windless
Fathoms of the brain
Or catch a dream with
Feathers on a string
To quench our willful
Heritage of pain
But then there comes
A time to start again,
To act upon those
Windows of the deep
However far the flotsam
May remain
And fix the stranded
Wreckage of our keep
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