Let me teach you about
Heartache and the loss of God
That is, the loss of
a presence - all-fulfilling,
staid.
Preceding an unlikely joy
You will find yourself always
Wandering, wandering
from dim star to pole star
One faraway light to the next
Through a depthless silent night
And with me a- strolling
Cold, loveless gypsy light of mine!
My shores are lapped by murky panthalassas
(All land is still one continent)
Where man was never born,
He never walked
And nothing did.
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