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Fire burning in a hill The lines are rocky rough Red angels wait to pick remains The cindered shoulder Of confused men separate from their awe With grey desire He looks out mad His soft grey indigo eyes Indigo eyes Asking His heaven is uncovered not A black tree blocks his way His way is skating round a dome (His way is in dismay) The playmate sings Like Orphee in some thunder world Asking to be bathed in light To be exemplified With grey desire he looks out mad His soft grey indigo eyes Saw his past He had dug for trust With blind infected hands And wondered as the hurt bit hard Why the sacred weren’t at hand Only when his ears were deaf To the angels light burst waves Only when his ears were deaf Did life turn from fog to fog But not evil but estranged But not evil but estranged Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes Indigo eyes, Indigo eyes With grey desire He looks out mad His soft grey Indigo eyes Indigo eyes
