All the words have been used

All the words have been used, all the roads have been paved

All the pictures been taken, and framed

All the old invitations are deeply engraved

All the wilds have been formally claimed


All the things have been said, all the vows have been sworn

All the sentences lined up just right

Oh but wait - they have never been said on this morn -

In this voice - on this street - in this light


All the prophets have cast off their robes and retired

All the world has become very old

All the most antique earthenware already fired

The legends already been told


All the words have been used, yes, but here’s one that’s new

All glinting, and peach-fuzzed, and lilting

Oh the babies are marching, their lines breaking through

And the old world is tilting - and tilting


All the roads have been paved, all the forest floors swept

Nothing happens we don’t recognize

Oh but look - there’s a tear that has not yet been wept

There are kisses, and fights, and surprise


All the things have been said, all the vows have been sworn

All the sentences lined up by height

Oh but wait - they have never been said on this morn -

In this voice - on this street - in this light

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