II

They come Laps devoid of night (Perhaps time was absent or Perhaps it was them in their unworn bodies) They come or so they say (When they sought what they desired When they prodded their shadows to follow them) They come in seconds In a time saturated with clarity—a clear time Now they have come Let us invite them over If they agree

We shall walk behind them Towards their promised cheerfulness and Land

### III

A secret concealing nothing save the time of the road They walk on a thread of dust Or water So as not to forget their intentions in the air Another secret, it is Or Digging Ploughing Shoving Not finding. . .

A sighting without a mirror Urns of fresh metal and Time

A voice withers in throats of flesh and Dies Time's secret is screaming Calling So hasten the slaughter Hasten it, O stranger Time is a feast Feast's a sound hovering in sound In the sublimity of sound

### IV

They say: We will be just like tomorrow A river A just river In the beginning, as in the end, water The river we cross with scale And memory (Silent was the time then) Hands ominously gesturing at the symbol and Nothing (One nothing) We shall lend the touch its touch again The time to the kingdom of the thing The White Ghoul? The plain under the river?

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Where is the river? Where is it Where is the water's witch and The followers of water?
