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He Will Come Down
Scott Souza, 1998
He will come down like the starry host
Dancing westward
Between the cloven hills.
Like the rain reaching from the sky
To touch secret streams beneath the labyrinthine sands
He will come down.
He will come down
Like a blizzard
Arching in from all horizons.
Like an icy liquid finger
Writing runes upon the mountain
He will come down.
He will come down
Like the thunder's muffled incantations
Spoken in the clouds.
Like a silence
Before the end of time
He will come down.
He will come down
Like laughter
From deep inside the tomb.
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