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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Next Train To Eden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">..... will be leaving All Reason <br>just as soon as it’s all clear... <br>But I’m too busy thinking <br>about poems and Cathedrals <br>and beaks and polished claws <br>tearing flesh from purpose. <br>And I hunt the heart that sees it <br>but vaguely sense I’ve lost it <br>to someone else’s poem <br>to someone else’s heart.. <br>And this railway line that reaches <br>flows too much like a river. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the race is surely done, the heart is surely gone <br>but the train is waiting on, the train is waiting on </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our poems all approximate <br>A reaching for and rising <br>To those great cathedrals closing <br>On the echoes of our truths, <br>and we build them <br>and we build them <br>We inch and edge towards them <br>O’er the tempting bridgeless gulf <br>Or paint and paint and paint <br>to bridge it but in vain </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Til the heart is surely worn, the heart is surely gone <br>But the train is waiting on, the train is waiting on </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all these dried out sorcerers <br>with their ladders of technique <br>throw and throw and throw them <br>as if they’ll take us closer; <br>like the mariner who learns <br>every rock and every bell <br>and every flashing nuance <br>of nautical detail <br>and in the end he knows the sea <br>like a dog might know Vermeer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And their beaks and claws are on.. the heart that’s surely worn <br>while the train is waiting on, the train is waiting on </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve read them through, <br>and through them blew <br>the pointless winds of Mars <br>on the trail of thin rewards <br>whittled crisp from hearts <br>in their cloisters in the sky <br>where heart is out of fashion <br>leaving reason like a canyon <br>and knowledge knowing nothing <br>can never hold dominion </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For revelation comes when they’re turning down their thumbs <br>their beaks and claws upon the signature that runs <br>to catch the train that waits, that’s surely waiting on <br>and seeing what we’ve done, all the stars are on the run </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the stars are on the run <br>but a poem like Atlantis <br>calls us to the station <br>for this one time only train <br>and though worldliness from shadows <br>casts its nets upon the waters <br>the creaking wheels are turning <br>the Eden seal is burning <br>And all of science watches <br>as the clocks are rushing on; <br>and as vanity shouts proudly <br>'I can't afford the fare'. <br>the whistle's blowing loudly <br>and there's fighting at the gate </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the waiting train is gone, the waiting train is gone <br>where tomorrows aren't numbered, where the walking wounded run, <br>where passports won't be checked, where every curse is blessed <br>Yes the homebound train is gone where the Eden river runs </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I'm still standing here, <br>weighing pros and cons </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">28 03 08</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jim+Hogg">Jim Hogg</a><div class=q>
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just as soon as it’s all clear... 
But I’m too busy thinking 
about poems and Cathedrals 
and beaks and polished claws 
tearing flesh from purpose. 
And I hunt the heart that sees it 
but vaguely sense I’ve ..."></div>
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