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LEADEN CURSES

"when there is sufficient confirmation
We must be prepared to accept the facts
Whether we feel able to understand them or not."

We make mistakes
We make the same mistakes
Even in death
Through the action of the discarnate
We make mistakes
We make the same mistakes
by reflection of the unseen, unseen, unseen
We learn our fate

We paid a lettered man
To scribe our curses onto lead,
Then folding them,
Folding the leaden sheets hurled them
Into the waters.

Hot,
red coal in the palm of his hand, bury him
bury him in wax, eyes glimmer sunken wax
In the waters, at the bottom, in the sand, he awakens
He must dance, red wax in his melting hands
He is holding flaming coal in the palm of his hand
He is holding flaming coal in the palm of is hand
He must dance, red wax in his melting hands
In the waters, at the bottom, in the sand, he awakens
Bury him in wax, eyes glimmer sunken wax
Red coal in the palm of his hand, bury him
Hot

In the red light
They were serene
They were vapors,
Moving freely,
Though we measured their weight
We were vapors
We make mistakes.