Catena Rondo: How Dim These Lights Might Seem: Day Thirty

How dim these lights might seem in evening sun
But still they flare, their flame to call us back
In dancers’ time that breathless feeds our lack.
How dim these lights might seem in evening sun.

But still they flare, their flame to call us back,
These words that endless run from day to day
That perfect find their time but will not stay,
But still they flare, their flame to call us back.

These words that endless run from day to day,
That stand when all have left us here alone,
In greying light and dying day like stone,
These words that endless run from day to day.

That stand when all have left us here alone,
How may I bow and speak in hungry praise,
With mouth to hungry mouth in cunning phrase’
That stand when all have left us here alone?

How may I bow and speak in hungry praise,
With verses glazed in shear exalt dispersed,
And at our end not single word reversed,
How may I bow and speak in hungry praise!

With verses glazed in shear exalt dispersed,
How dim these lights might seem in evening sun,
Now giving all since we these days begun,
With verses glazed in shear exalt dispersed.

How dim these lights might seem in evening sun
But still they flare, their flame to call us back
In dancers’ time that breathless feeds our lack.
How dim these lights might seem in evening sun.

30/30

Words: 244
Unique Words: 85

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