Graceland
On, on I travel to distant Oku
The moon is low in the sky
As I tread on muddy roads in November
I ignored God’s signposts all over
I got lost and saw a mountain Lion track
Then I encountered an elephant lurking in darkness
I wrestled with it and made my blood run so cold
A dead man walking; a shaken monster in me
Swallowed up in a driftwood whilst limping away,
I heard the weeping fish
My sleeve is with tears
How lonely it is!
You made me recall a poet’s line
And the fool dwarfs in The Last Battle
You broke a vase for me
Filled with a sunflower seed!
You heard my lament
And turn them into dancing
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