Current 93 Where The Long Shadows Fall
Around me: I stand on the shore The waters are black and swirling I hold a black mirror in my hands The /swastiked/ winds sweep around me Their arms the nightbreath sleepwalking The sighing of imminence and ending All there the waves curl under and over Around me: I see things coming to a close The door is /nearly/ shut As we stare at it the tinylight squeaks out Slower and slower I see things coming to a close The folding cerecloth shrugs down over the windows The lights burn still: but /invisible/ to us now I see things coming to a close (My mind kissed Myrinerest last night) I dreamt I cannot see I cannot see I can no longer see And nor would I want to Anymore Clearblindlayeredlightcolourblindeathcomecomecomecome Goaway The pale toothed face inverted At the feet of the /Rose Garden/ By the hedge and by the dream By the post and by the bell By the dawn and by the form (/Formless He Lay and Dreamt/) And formless we lay and shall dream And then the rain "My pain beneath your sheltering hand" He cried And gave himself up to the Tempter The rebel angels (he thought and knew) Would indeed array him with robes of water But not mad But clear Why can't we all just walk away?
