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Maiden, Maiden

Maiden, maiden, rest in peace
Who wiped abroad the sprinkling stars
And painted Jupiter and Mars
Can move all hell at his release
Suspending earth within a line
Gently folding
Shards of time
And tucking us within the crease
Can grant you, maiden, sweet surcease
Maiden, maiden, rest in peace

Maiden, maiden, gentle be
Who charts the wind and carves its way
Who molecules and men obey
Can pour his breath all over me
Merging swirling, ambient hues
Could paint the thoughts
The scholars muse
And, blending in a cup of tea
The universe within the sea
Maiden, maiden, gentle be

Maiden, maiden, cry no more
Whose skies erupt and overflow
Pulsating eyes to shine below
And pierce the silent, ocean floor
Who blows your dresses, blows away
The tears you lost
In words you pray
The future yet is gone before
The pages, lost forevermore
Maiden, maiden, cry no more.
--September 9, 2004