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Even after so long as this I am still certain I will meet him. I’ll round a corner and find him there, Flashing silk panels, embroidered gold, Perfectly still with that quiet, empty smile: The Prince of Peacocks, who met Berserk. Even after so long as this I remain convinced that every child’s toy Has life, that things long used Carry observant ghosts, that each Tiny Piece of Beauty we can fashion With our hands and heads and hearts Is a moment stolen from Death and a sign Against the crawling anarchies of night. But I will still meet him. We will walk invisibly through The shuffling crowds like two spies Finally met in some espionage movie, Nacht und nebel und Stadt Polezei, Trenchcoats and dog-eared currencies. The Prince in his beautiful robes Will tell me what Berserk really said: That there is no hope, That all is dark and ash, and even dreams Are dangerous, That I must remain in place. Then he will leave and I will continue, Just another character jerked around By an unread script.
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