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The building was long and grey of stone

Situated in a melancholy wood

As in a dream I heard a voice

Echo through the dark clouds overhead

Breaking the strange silence

with reverberent power

«Let the call ring through

the far end of the house!»

And the wailing chant began: —

The World is a Madhouse

A restricted limbo

Repent ye not

For the point is lost in the mists of time

Each death is a resurrection

to a bonded ego

Repent ye not

For the point is adrift by a sunken mine

The real wording’s lost in the struggle to wake

but I seem to recall that they read from a book

With the voice of a young girl leading

This drew me to the house it was daylight now

and in the garden they were quietly sitting down

the silence had an eerie tang

I rang the bell…

I said «Is he there? Can he be there? Is he really there? I thought I heard his

voice

through the hallway calling»

They said «He's gone, but you can sit

and light a candle for him. Peter will show you where»

He led me through the now low-moaning swaying crowds

to a little hollow made by branches and leaves

«This is the place». «This is the place»

We sat and talked of old times and friends

I asked if there was something on the other side

he said «Nothing». «There's nothing».

The air of hopelessness prevails

though smiling people now surround us.

Well we walked from the house through torn railing, ragged bankings,

and steep inclines,

I lost him in the crowd, though I knew by now

he was back in the house, I didn’t follow

I didn’t follow.

I had meant to ask who had read from the book

but turned away and forgot

till another day dawned

When I awoke in the electric room

oh I wondered why.

The World is a Madhouse

A restricted limbo

Repent ye not

For the point is lost in the mists of time.

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