and then our exile

though i'm sure you'd remind me if you had to

to find other words to hide behind, to cover the bareness.

cacophonic constancy, escape toward / from silence.

other places. beggars in jerusalem, princes, "too soon the farewell march begins"--it is beginning again.

but you can't fool the children of the revolution
dust, dust in the wind.

"i was the flaming furze beneath your feet / i was the ardent vault of ash"
softly through the shadows

and again, again, become refrain.
--to crouch, hide, blot out