calling for vanished faces II

		if only i could take you all at once
		i would take you for ever and ever and only so
		lose myself in you
		and so i smile and skip green god like there
		the picture of allrage all lust and wanton
		the inmost night
		and lay waste to the playgrounds
		the concrete covers all
		the grass sleeps and waits to rise again
		it listens for the final trumpet of
		the inmost light
		and i clench my left hand
		then i open it 
		the Gods i loved
		are all dead pages metal signs all gone
		Edward Alexander in some sadhome falls alone
		and sees clearly now the inmost light
		
		the sadness of the inmost light
		the growl the grip an final sigh
		paint by numbers of the inmost light
		the plastic form illusion
		we just have time to swallow
		before the doorknock of the inmost light
		he waits at the door he waits at the door
		and if you see me try to grin and then i hide
		myself behind a ball
		a sign i wish to play and run hideandseek
		the sound is gay and full of joy
		it masks the binding of our eyes