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Time to. . .
Time to sweep out
the ashes of
all the fallen heroes.

Time to move on
down the road
away from
this vale of tears.

Time to lift up
our souls as
if in prayer
to remember
the time when
the truth was
still true and
the world
was yet new.

We've forgotten
more than we've
remembered.
Now is the heat time
of September,
let us consult
with the night singers
and orb-weavers
who are planning
continuation of
their lineages on
through another
round of seasons.

Foolish mankind,
having attained
the noblest of gifts,
squanders treasures
on vanity, consumption
and all false pleasures.

Just walk away from
the river of shit and learn
to look yourself in
the eye just once
again before you die,
so that the time and
trouble of reaching
this earthly place
will not have been
an absolute waste.

Like the moon,
you too can
turn the tide.


---Jack Oakes

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