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Dream Yet Complete A Nursery Rhyme for Grown-Ups Four | The Trial Newsreel footage, eyes open wide   And a smile fights the sorrow, the pain, with the pride... "Objection sustained!" Gavel and roar   "You've shed not a tear, you'll smile now no more Sit you I order, face what you've done   Think you in horror, fate of your son Blood on your fingers, blood of your blood   Cut down in flower, ground in the mud Shoe fits the crime, who answered one so   Naïve to ask, how we know what we know With vaporous trails, to quicksand or cliff   Knowing he'd follow, you cast him adrift To find his own answer, where no one has tread   Questioning why, to this place you led Then think he an answer, and thoughts did then bloom   Like scent of a flower, that withers at noon Like using of spurs, atop a balloon   Why climb to the stars, if there be marooned? What good such an answer, that slips through the hand   Hold me the snowball, once melted in sand Need I go further? Hear you your deed?   Poisonous fruit, your son did you feed Unfit young mother, my orders you'll heed   I order proceedings, again to proceed Rewind the visions, to one we do seek   Fish out of water, of him I need speak For loss do I feel, lost in a room   Backhanded manner, striking too soon Refresh the beginnings, we know of the ends   Though I never met him, I'm sure we were friends I seem to remember, his thoughts of that day   Why I remember, or how I can't say Something about, giving something away   Strange does it seem, yet of him they portray Strength of another, took him on his way   Perhaps if I try, explain it I may What now I perceive, though my eyes say, ‘Nay!'   My own voice cries, ‘Stop!' yet not I obey... I see... Water and man, though young does he seem   Hand of a woman, connected to he Deserted skin box, out of which leapt   Rivered reflection, safe has it kept Writing that runs, well watered by tears   Directing to find, that buried in years Blue mapping of sky, obscuring of cloud   Mote of an eye, caught by the crowd Knowledge that calls, drives others away   Behind all those bars, that melody plays... What's that? You're right! I've led me astray   Resume now the trial, we'll wrap-up today Show me the boy, brighten my eyes   Then we'll this woman, cut down to size." The space-timing hero, steps into the light   Silver-clad footsteps, an erranting knight With noble ambition, and golden-eyed sight   For all, and another, on needle alight In thimble-sized capsule, to launch and take flight   Up wall of the well, to climb past the kite On breath, inspiration, to glide to new height   To reach to the sun, or maybe not quite To there stand a place, to drink of insight   To seek of a way, to avert the blight To taste of the test, to take the first bite   To return again, if gift shining bright To rocket the pad, two one zero ignite!   To set dream in motion, unearthly delight His quixotic notion, an end to the plight   Of those given freedom, but choosing to fight With preconceived notions, of wrong is all right   While jumping conclusions, with eyelids sown tight Think safety by numbers, this knowledge not might   Just tragic devotion, to cower in fright This fatal attraction, the longest "good-night"   With love subjugated, a people contrite To know of the darkness, but think it be light... "You're out of order! You're in my contempt!   Alter the transcript, those lies are exempt That's not how we see, that's not what we know   Is not this trial, preceding the blow? The guilt a conclusion, foregone evidence   Not preconceived notions, but sound common sense As everyone knows, our eyelids are thin   Open or closed, they let the light in Don't try to defend, to them or to I   We've seen it before, our eyes would not lie     And you: For leading that boy, once safe on the land   To look to the sky, and not in the sand The price we'll extract, the blood in the stone   Of a cold-hearted mother, whose boy died alone Into the wound, the bottom we'll get   Televise echoes, enhance her lament!" As if by his order, sad does she be   For wishing they'd follow, the judge's decree But knowing they look, for what they will find   Her guilt stricken-grief, for justice struck blind Thinking she fears, the punishment swift   Keeping the wrapping, dispensing with gift "Waste not our time," the gavel declares   "Skip to the crime, our proof's waiting there." Judging him wise, the jury agrees   Highlights unwind, they know what they'll see: Exhausted remains, meandering path   The rocket's dilemma, traced to her lap The twisting white trail, the billows in air   And most damning of all, the fading red glare All speak for the boy, one lost so young   But pity can wait, the film clip's begun! He smiles past the camera, and waves to the court   Says to the judge, he will not abort Then whispers to her, but shines in his eyes   The dream, now his quest, was through her realized The freckled-face smile, the face disappears   The door's sealed tight, on nine fleeting years The rocket explodes, in a cloud of exhaust   Then soars like a phoenix, before all was lost "Hear we no more, his words do convict   His very own mother, that woman who sits With half-mended hole, his task left undone   Dispense with the verdict, avenge me her son!" Into the wound, she mourns as they pry   Such is the pain, when truth does not lie Hidden from sight, nowhere to be found   No one to look up, with all looking down "See the wench quake," says one digging deep   And into the courtroom, her sadness will seep But not for her fate, as scavenger's meat   She mourns for the one, with dream yet complete Five