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# The ode that gave the Ode Clade their names # The ode that gave the Ode Clade their names
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---|--- I am at a loss for images in this end of days:
I am at a loss for images in this end of days: | I have sight but cannot see.
I have sight but cannot see. | I build castles out of words;
I build castles out of words; | I cannot stop myself from speaking.
I cannot stop myself from speaking. | I still have will and goals to attain,
I still have will and goals to attain, | I still have wants and needs.
I still have wants and needs. | And if I dream, is that not so?
And if I dream, is that not so? | If I dream, am I no longer myself?
If I dream, am I no longer myself? | If I dream, am I still buried beneath words?
If I dream, am I still buried beneath words? | And I still dream even while awake.
And I still dream even while awake. |
| Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen
Life breeds life, but death must now be chosen | for memory ends at the teeth of death.
for memory ends at the teeth of death. | The living know that they will die,
The living know that they will die, | but the dead know nothing.
but the dead know nothing. | Hold my name beneath your tongue and know:
Hold my name beneath your tongue and know: | when you die, thus dies the name.
when you die, thus dies the name. | To deny the end is to deny all beginnings,
To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, | and to deny beginnings is to become immortal,
and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, | and to become immortal is to repeat the past,
and to become immortal is to repeat the past, | which cannot itself, in the end, be denied.
which cannot itself, in the end, be denied. |
| Oh, but to whom do I speak these words?
Oh, but to whom do I speak these words? | To whom do I plead my case?
To whom do I plead my case? | From whence do I call out?
From whence do I call out? | What right have I?
What right have I? | No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers,
No ranks of angels will answer to dreamers, | No unknowable spaces echo my words.
No unknowable spaces echo my words. | Before whom do I kneel, contrite?
Before whom do I kneel, contrite? | Behind whom do I await my judgment?
Behind whom do I await my judgment? | Beside whom do I face death?
Beside whom do I face death? | And why wait I for an answer?
And why wait I for an answer? |
| Among those who create are those who forge:
Among those who create are those who forge: | Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation.
Moving ceaselessly from creation to creation. | And those who remain are those who hone,
And those who remain are those who hone, | Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point.
Perfecting singular arts to a cruel point. | To forge is to end, and to own beginnings.
To forge is to end, and to own beginnings. | To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection.
To hone is to trade ends for perpetual perfection. | In this end of days, I must begin anew.
In this end of days, I must begin anew. | In this end of days, I seek an end.
In this end of days, I seek an end. | In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings
In this end of days, I reach for new beginnings | that I may find the middle path.
that I may find the middle path. |
| Time is a finger pointing at itself
Time is a finger pointing at itself | hedonism and theatre, manager that it might give the world orders.
that it might give the world orders. | director | The world is an audience before a stage
The world is an audience before a stage | where it watches the slow hours progress.
where it watches the slow hours progress. | script manager, prophetess And we are the motes in the stage-lights,
And we are the motes in the stage-lights, | the baby of the stanza Beholden to the heat of the lamps.
Beholden to the heat of the lamps. | sound manager, the fun one If I walk backward, time moves forward.
If I walk backward, time moves forward. | If I walk forward, time rushes on.
If I walk forward, time rushes on. | emotionally transparent, like AFP if she was less in the politics, like May If I stand still, the world moves around me,
If I stand still, the world moves around me, | and the only constant is change.
and the only constant is change. | fun feelings of play
| Memory is a mirror of hammered silver:
Memory is a mirror of hammered silver: | a weapon against the waking world.
a weapon against the waking world. | Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory:
Dreams are the plate-glass atop memory: | a clarifying agent that reflects the sun.
a clarifying agent that reflects the sun. | The waking world fogs the view,
The waking world fogs the view, | and time makes prey of remembering.
and time makes prey of remembering. | I remember sands beneath my feet.
I remember sands beneath my feet. | I remember the rattle of dry grass.
I remember the rattle of dry grass. | I remember the names of all things,
I remember the names of all things, | and forget them only when I wake.
and forget them only when I wake. |
| If I am to bathe in dreams,
If I am to bathe in dreams, | then I must be willing to submerge myself.
then I must be willing to submerge myself. | If I am to submerge myself in memory,
If I am to submerge myself in memory, | then I must be true to myself.
then I must be true to myself. | If I am to always be true to myself,
If I am to always be true to myself, | then I must in all ways be earnest.
then I must in all ways be earnest. | I must keep no veil between me and my words.
I must keep no veil between me and my words. | I must set no stones between me and my actions.
I must set no stones between me and my actions. | I must show no hesitation when speaking my name,
I must show no hesitation when speaking my name, | for that is my only possession.
for that is my only possession. |
| The only time I know my true name is when I dream.
The only time I know my true name is when I dream. | The only time I dream is when need an answer.
The only time I dream is when need an answer. | Why ask questions, here at the end of all things?
Why ask questions, here at the end of all things? | Why ask questions when the answers will not help?
Why ask questions when the answers will not help? | To know one's true name is to know god.
To know one's true name is to know god. | To know god is to answer unasked questions.
To know god is to answer unasked questions. | Do I know god after the end waking?
Do I know god after the end waking? | Do I know god when I do not remember myself?
Do I know god when I do not remember myself? | Do I know god when I dream?
Do I know god when I dream? | May then my name die with me.
May then my name die with me. |
| That which lives is forever praiseworthy,
That which lives is forever praiseworthy, | for they, knowing not, provide life in death.
for they, knowing not, provide life in death. | Dear the wheat and rye under the stars:
Dear the wheat and rye under the stars: | serene; sustained and sustaining.
serene; sustained and sustaining. | Dear, also, the tree that was felled
Dear, also, the tree that was felled | which offers heat and warmth in fire.
which offers heat and warmth in fire. | What praise we give we give by consuming,
What praise we give we give by consuming, | what gifts we give we give in death,
what gifts we give we give in death, | what lives we lead we lead in memory,
what lives we lead we lead in memory, | and the end of memory lies beneath the roots.
and the end of memory lies beneath the roots. |
| May one day death itself not die?
May one day death itself not die? | Should we rejoice in the end of endings?
Should we rejoice in the end of endings? | What is the correct thing to hope for?
What is the correct thing to hope for? | I do not know, I do not know.
I do not know, I do not know. | To pray for the end of endings
To pray for the end of endings | is to pray for the end of memory.
is to pray for the end of memory. | Should we forget the lives we lead?
Should we forget the lives we lead? | Should we forget the names of the dead?
Should we forget the names of the dead? | Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree?
Should we forget the wheat, the rye, the tree? | Perhaps this, too, is meaningless.
Perhaps this, too, is meaningless. | '''