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On Yeats' Second Coming




Turning and turning in the deepening hole
Our skull surrenders the whispers of our soul
Here things fall apart
This rag and bone shop of the heart
Turning and turning in the deepening hole

The Ceremony of Innocence is drowned
The Tower of Babel falls without a sound
Mere anarchy reigns supreme
In this dark and dismal scene
The Ceremony of Innocence is drowned

The Worst of are full of passionate intensity
Every Prisoner listening for their key
Some Revelation is at hand
As the Glass runs out of sand
The Worst of are full of passionate intensity

The Darkness drops again and now I know
So many memories fade away without hope
And when the hour comes around again
Who among us has no sin?
The Darkness drops again and now I know

If it’s true the Second Coming is at hand
There’s something I need to understand
What rough beast forlorn
Is waiting within us to be born?
If it’s true the Second Coming is at hand

These days always I question who I am
Walking down the road to Bethlehem
For so long I was asleep
But the Devil wouldn’t let me dream
These days always I question who I am



12/24/14