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light down the hallways, silt on your lips
she is coming quietly softly now / all through the high valleys ringing / and still you are—
staring at the little animals staring at / circling just beyond what is visible, what is circling, what is visible just beyond
there her fingers trace another doorway / there the hills vibrate
he might seek to pull her back to him / and still you are how very still / held by a whispering all through and into:
you find no before in her story / you find the old ways her fingers go gracefully again
the city once accepted your invitation / and for awhile once more you think—
let he who seeks / as time is shifting on the walls
as she makes a different choice / as the future makes an insurmountable push
but no that’s all forgotten now and done / you cannot be gentle you cannot rest
here where the river braids itself / here where the past looked back with her eyes / the white stone rushes greenly
you are asking the machines / time has no answer here / underneath a coolness and again again again
she is coming oh— / all through the high valleys now she is running now to you
The Chocolate Factory Theater
