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  • ---and she’s buying the stairway to heaven---
    jimmy paige

    winters come and winters go
    summers last and then they fail
    the merest shift
    a subtle realignment
    a matter of degrees

    it happened once before
    ages past so long ago
    when in the realm of ice
    only mountain peaks emerged
    islands in the endless sheet of winter’s sea

    in those years the elder winter broke
    a drop wavered, quavered and finally fell
    drops to trickles
    trickles to cascades and cascades to torrents
    all thundered to rivers far, far below

    and rivers ran as rivers do to the sea, to the sea
    pouring out a massive fanning wash of boulders
    carrying, as on rollers, the remains of one hundred thousand winters
    high rose the melt water filling canyons and valleys,
    blue and clear and cold and still

    the earth remembers the tumultuous rush when the dam walls failed
    when islands of ice were launched and left to drift
    when ice and water swept a thousand miles
    the limit of the surge is etched for those who see
    though silt has softened the dawn coast where we once played
    draggers bring up trees and bones from the plains beneath the sea

    they say the floodgates of the world opened, and the waters rose from below
    legends told and passed across the gulf of time
    how they called them two by two
    how they searched
    remember, you must remember

    I hear them
    ancient giants all restless stir
    their long chained bounds are melting fast
    where will we away to
    on what mountain can we land
    what stairway can we make to climb
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