“He played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken, and all the spaces between his heart and theirs…”

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Love, which is lust, is the Call from the Gloom.
Love, which is lust, is the Main of Desire.
Love, which is lust, is the Centric Fire.
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Till the very Springs of the Sea run dust.
Yea, each with the other will lose and win,
Till the very Sides of the Grave fall in.
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If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.

O my people, what have I done unto thee.

Where shall the word be found, where will the word
Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence”

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If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.”

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Though all the words we ever spake were bitter,
Shall I reproach you, dead?”

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