Saccade

Come embrace Eternity

For I am the grey line

Of love and hate

The division

And healing

The use and abuse

Of you Anaphora

Creator of hope

Bringer of peace

Creator of lies

Bringer of war

In your defining voice

In twilight zones

Of doubt and meaning

Of life and death

Of darkness and light

All call upon you, Anaphora

Your pendulum heart

Cries to the mountains

Why – why

I sway to answer

This way

Sister Echo

Wants to know

There on the terminator

Of thought manifest

Is our Saccade

Our surrender and victory

Anaphora, your blind love

Lights our darkness

As we read your truth

For all time

In logos and pathos

In reason and rhyme

Come embrace Humanity

For we are the grey line

Of love and hate

The division

And healing

The use and abuse

Of you Anaphora

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