[Music] [AKELDAMA] Yeats Spins

'BRONZEN LEGIONS'

Turning and turning

in the widening gyre   

The falcon cannot

hear the falconer;

Things fall apart;

the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy

unleashed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide

is loosed, and everywhere   

The ceremony of innocence

is drowned;

The rest

lack all conviction,

while the worst   

Are full-of-passion.

Some certain revelation

is at hand, for sure

Second to none

coming in to land.   

Hardly are those words spat out   

When a vast image

out of Darkness Shadows

my sight:

Somewhere

in a sandy desert   

A snake

with lion's head,   

Nimbused by the dark sun,   

Moves slowly, overland

All about it:  

Shadows dancing,

Desert gore birds

tilt, Aswirl.   

The darkness, like bass

drops, again,  real-low;

...but now I know   

That a twenty-overpressure

wave can wreak...

Centuries of stony sleep

A nightmare cradle,   

Such rough beasts,

Their hour come at hand,   

The thin line drawn

before Unicorn Town

is ever reached

...yeah

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