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A trickle of lacerated light,
In the smoking ruins of deceit;
A bleak, belligerent image,
Freed from the tyranny of language;
A splinter of repressed memory,
In a glazed, perpetual present;
The pale, ravaged spectre of the real,
Amidst the graveyard of illusion

by Dominic Windram

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FULL TEXT: Sisters Of Mercy Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song. Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long. Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control. It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul. Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned: When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned. Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them. They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem. If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem. When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon. Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon. And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night: We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right, We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.
what is this? the best lines of this poem aren't here I hope Mr Cohen doesn't stumble on this site, he will surely be disappointed
I love this poem /song.It reminds me of snug winter nights spent reading and canoodling.MJ. Speakman
The other stanzas of this poem/song sre missing. ? ? ?