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Of whitewashed ashes..

Come climb the cliffs of Dover
this whiteness will be over,
unless you overcome
the tidal waves washed from
this shallow land's ancestral shore
unto the ruins evermore.

Unearth this wave where surface
defies a higher purpose,
come climb this birth from shore to shore
unto the lands of mirth and lore
before the lust for lucid light
is washed away in shallow white.

Behold the mold which hallows
the depths and not the shallows
and through this dusk of chiming time
come forth by new dawned cliffs and climb
before these wretched tides
of water life decides.

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Publicerad 2018-10-10 19:16

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Mycket bra och medryckande diktning...ordalydelsen "the lands of mirth and lore" ger dikten rentav Shakespeare'ianska vibbar, medan uttrycket "the lust for lucid light" leder tanken till den i tiden mer närliggande kollapsen av byggnad 7 under 9/11-katastrofen... kort sagt en omfattande dikt med andra ord...
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