St John would not approve of this
But Carmelite interdiction and it's discipline of mind
have passed on down the river of tomorrow
as we keep paddling upstream on hazel oars
fiercely always away from yesterday's sea
into the mountains of Amber
when the evening light has turned to amber
and the world has been reduced to this
a mooring post upended above a starry sea
and the day has driven all from mind
reduced communication to whispered 'more's
our hedonism will be less delirious tomorrow
slow as golden syrup dawns Tomorrow
a naked moment to preserve in amber
reluctantly we dress and put our oars
to water, reducing the world again to this
a battle against the current, mostly of the mind
narrowing the world to what we can see
Today is one day closer to the sea
we paddle hard to get through Tomorrow
as the sun wanes afternoon the current rises, but we don't mind
the sliding sun has turned the water amber
we set out for hours like this
no distractions but the dipping of our oars
green wisdom tries to sprout from our oars
whispering of submitting to the sea
with joyful defiance we deafen ourselves to this
tomorrow bleeds midnight to the day after tomorrow
as we refuse to be fossil-amber
and cling fanatically to freedom of mind
As we round a bend to morning we mind
that we cut the water cleanly with our oars
paddling through the night has cost us clarity but put us close to Amber
and far distant from the sea
we'll land the day after the day after tomorrow
and see everything; the miracle is this.
Amber frees our minds from constant paddling, opens up to roads paved in slightly sacrilegious gold
Eternal city means we watch as this river carries our oars downstream
Down to the estuary where everyone lives, somewhere between tomorrow and the sea
But Carmelite interdiction and it's discipline of mind
have passed on down the river of tomorrow
as we keep paddling upstream on hazel oars
fiercely always away from yesterday's sea
into the mountains of Amber
when the evening light has turned to amber
and the world has been reduced to this
a mooring post upended above a starry sea
and the day has driven all from mind
reduced communication to whispered 'more's
our hedonism will be less delirious tomorrow
slow as golden syrup dawns Tomorrow
a naked moment to preserve in amber
reluctantly we dress and put our oars
to water, reducing the world again to this
a battle against the current, mostly of the mind
narrowing the world to what we can see
Today is one day closer to the sea
we paddle hard to get through Tomorrow
as the sun wanes afternoon the current rises, but we don't mind
the sliding sun has turned the water amber
we set out for hours like this
no distractions but the dipping of our oars
green wisdom tries to sprout from our oars
whispering of submitting to the sea
with joyful defiance we deafen ourselves to this
tomorrow bleeds midnight to the day after tomorrow
as we refuse to be fossil-amber
and cling fanatically to freedom of mind
As we round a bend to morning we mind
that we cut the water cleanly with our oars
paddling through the night has cost us clarity but put us close to Amber
and far distant from the sea
we'll land the day after the day after tomorrow
and see everything; the miracle is this.
Amber frees our minds from constant paddling, opens up to roads paved in slightly sacrilegious gold
Eternal city means we watch as this river carries our oars downstream
Down to the estuary where everyone lives, somewhere between tomorrow and the sea
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