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Meaning

The sound of one hand clapping

Who said that?

But I know what it means, now:

It is the lost beat of one heart loving

 

Not waving but drowning

I know that one:

Both origin and relevance now:

It is no pleasure, but one soul's need

 

No man is an island, entire of itself

Sung, used, re-used

The obvious is no less poignant

Now that I've found and lost my land

 

I am two fools I know.

The same poet's wisdom.

My love and its focus

Both held in the duplicity of one mind's belief

 

We live for small horizons

Another poet –

Another truth to learn:

We are landlocked by the limits of our dreams

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◄ Druid Lane

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