[The Window][26th November 1972]

[Redbook1:268A][19721126:0022][The Window][26th November 1972]

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The Window

The shouting and the music fade

In laughter; through the opened window

Blows a chill clear wind:

A breath of darkness

Lays ice fingers on the soul.

Dark depression, growing, turns

The body and the brain to mud,

The eyes to frost,

The blood to snow.

As we come together, so we part:

Resistance springs in joining.

A people turns to morning:

A World spins;

All-things is.

There is so much to tell.

My thought is broken

And tiredness overwhelms.

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