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In Every Grief-Stricken BluesI believe these pale bones are mineAnd all this dust over that grave Today should float and twist and whirl Along the smoke of my loose wraith In every grief-stricken blues I feel the woe of that old scene When lying dead under their feet I cheered out loud at my new Self! Futile puzzles I leave behind Hastin my skin to peel & grind Before thy essence vanishes And torn out my soul to pieces What I hear now, what I can see Is part of a greater degree And as I'm crawling back to start I design and write my own Light |